Me
People just seem so unburdened.
The flames inside are real and certain.
I wonder, if we pull the curtains,
will we burn or drown in tears?
For I lived enough in doubts and fears,
my skin wrinkled, among my peers,
for breathing can be truly fierce,
as we all want to rule for years.
Though my joy rests in me.
I hoped that I’d get served,
but I climb up to reach the tree,
in hopes that someday, I am free,
and so I march towards the ends of me.
It’s funny, I swim against a current,
people live forever, most of us fall under,
I try to take my peace below,
while they all pray to thunder.
and so I smile with ease,
for I now live to please,
no one but me.
and although it’s selfish,
these times are helpless,
and I’m tired of being so tired.
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