The remembrance of my body betraying me,
Trembles my slewing stomach,
My rib cage crumbles at each ragged breath,
With warm flesh dragging against the moist air.
I cough,
Over and over and over again
Till I gag on my own skin.
My vision blurs at the world around me,
The world that creeped ruthlessness
Into each thought,
Breath,
Bite,
Step.
Gone is the peace of myself
Because who am I,
If most of me is them?
Far too often the piles cascade too high
I can't see the top of who I am
even though I chose each object,
each emotion,
and each action.
I can't understand the tip of the iceberg though
The first time the words touched my ears
I sobbed,
stricken on the ground.
The second time,
I cried
and was inconsolable.
The third time
My existence is not for others
it does not heal the wounded
my words are costume, foam steel at most.
I exist to live a life that continues the cycle
I'm a mirror of society that has painted
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