You are what they say Fear of your lonesome Evasive and afraid Burdened by the thought that your thoughts may never change.
You want to be free like the ocean But instead, you are a monsoon Six with a Five-Wing Steering clear of exit-free rooms Ducking for cover from detrimental men and familial figures who Cared too little about everything, feeling nothing, Never changing, and who are far too different from you.
You have never known stability, but you are trying to Is it in the way that you build artificial routines? In the way that you write poetry? Lazily, messily, Two years too late, always never-ending.
They say that you are aloof, and perhaps there's some truth to it all But they do not know you as I do.
I wish I didn't, honestly. I wish there was a fast-forward button on the real-time monstrosities I have witnessed I wish that I could trade away my front-row seat, learn the depths of someone else's periphery But my soul has made a home here, in this body
And I fear that she may never know peace.
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