Is it the art or the artist
That is not good enough?
Why is it
That I only get praised for my art online?
Why is it
That I only get awards
When the judges don't know me?
Should I be defined
By how I look and act
When it comes to what I do?
Why is it
That I only get recognition
From the teachers who clearly like me
Even if I have straight As?
But I know why,
It's because of me.
And why is that?
I don't know you.
I knew your laugh and the way your eyes crinkled,
I knew that you loved chocolate and hated shrimp,
I knew everything about you,
But I don't know you.
Not anymore.
When I was younger I used to ask my mom what her favorite color was and she said she didn’t have one.
This confused me,
How could one go through life without a favorite color?
It's not all the grownups,
But it's too many.
Nothing is how it should be.
The world is heating.
The government collapsing.
Yet we,
We are only overreacting.
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