I stand still, confused,
My eyebrows furrow as they stands in front of me
With bright smiles.
The air lights up with their presence,
Dancing in the sun,
Or are they the sun?
They live with arms that don’t burn,
With smiles that don’t blind,
With voices that don’t poison,
Only with hearts that are open-
To me,
For me,
With me.
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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