Painted Scissors
I just want to be me, free to exist,
rest knowing everything inside is seen;
The somber parts also need to be kissed,
if it's love then there is no in between;
Really, can't I simply be who I am?
Tired of only being half a vision;
Start to feel better in this skin then bam!
Intrusive thoughts offer no solution;
Snipping at whatever doesn't suit you
little did you know it always grows back;
What's bitter will bleed bona fide and true;
It's a vibe when you linger in the black;
Cutting into me I don't need sutures,
do not conform me with painted scissors.
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