Someone Less Damaged
I stand alone outside, dumb deaf and blind,
No one cares nor minds what gets left behind.
Rub my eyes when I wake up to resent,
Insignificance I sense when I repent.
Well-spoken intent, kind works I regret,
Comes off sounding shallow and desperate,
So it is alright if I can pretend,
Like something less damaged can mend.
Air’s so thick it drowns, all eyes looking down.
To watch me fake it, just like a sellout.
Rearrange what’s left, one beautiful mess,
I’ll be destroyed accepting nothing less.
Repressing these scars makes me nervous,
A soul so passive and weak can’t hurt us.
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