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Look at me as if I'm your foe. Look for me in the feathers of the crow. The birds that chirp and scream. The transparent shapes that keep me in my dream. Look at me through a distorted glass. Look through me, as if I were trash. The kind that litters the street. The broken and the shattered that lay upon the ground in a fleet. Look for me behind your hate. Look through me, as if to blind me, was your fate. The anger that kills the most gentile. The ones who cannot see the people they defile. Look at me, for who I am. Look for me, the wolf masquerading as a lamb. Because the things that I am, are not welcome in this place. All these people see, is my face. Nothing more, nothing less. Not seeing that my life is a mess. Blind to what really keeps me here. Not the pain, not the anger, not the fear. Look through me, to see what you made. Look at me, as if I'm the one who's preyed. Born out of stubbornness. Hunted out of ignorance. Look for me, because no one else will. Look at me, because I am more than what your heart could ever fill. I am nothing, but a breeze. I am whatever you would please.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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