Ruins

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Do I come from the ruins

Or do ruins come from me

A lifelong war on my skin

Where millions are buried


No one visits the graveyard

No one brings flowers

So the deaths leave scars

And remain like that forever


Are these destinations

For every tear I held back

Marked and still waiting

For my clouds of tears to land


I'm deadly sick of people

Who don't see their perfect selves

When they can look at mirrors

Without ruins to protect


You might have bad days

But you can smile at what you see

I looked in the mirror and

My reflection killed itself when it saw me


8/21/21

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