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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

Five seconds was all it took for the heart to stop.

The thread was careful under my hands.

Inside of the sterile room one tear dropped

from who knows who. 

No one speaks of the safety. 

"Just another bite," it says as it claws away my flesh from the bone. "I'm helping you." 

She was.

I haven't seen democracy since I was four years old, 

coloring with crayons outside the lines while a man on screen was coloring the map with too much red that the blue was overpowered.