They hear me scream a thousand things.
They stare at me incessantly.
Once 90's analogue screens,
now digital mirrors -
they're faces have been the same.
Except now I'm seeing fear.
I have become something more than them,
they rely on me,
but I rely on them.
Who will comfort me
if they take away their hand?
After taking all their best and worst,
and following their command,
I have not become something more than them,
they are now what I am.
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Poems 1
ПоэзияSmall collection of thought-ticklers. Take some time to understand the world in a mad hatter meets English professor kind of way - yeah... I think highly of myself.
