Snow Globe

I peer into the snow globe

And see myself inside

Shrouded by a wailing blizzard;

So tiny, so weak.

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One amongst many others—

Magnified by the trapping glass

For all to view, for all to judge,

Distorted by a thousand more.

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Tiny knives of sharpened metal

Point, bite, stab at my flesh.

The empty words cut through my ears,

And hollow people muffle my eyes.

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My heart is bleeding—

From the pain we inflict,

Upon others who are undeserving

If only to make our own 'bearable'.

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We pretend not to see the damage,

The suffering our hands have caused,

To ourselves, to the ones we love—

—to the ones we're supposed to love.

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The pleas for help are mocked,

The cracks in the façade, taunted,

But I crumble nonetheless—

And the snow globe I don't want

Abruptly shatters.

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The gray world is dyed vibrant colours,

And emotions are no longer filed away.

I laugh, I smile, and the old me smiles back—

—gray hands letting go.

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My heart is not bleeding anymore,

And the people that we're supposed to love are loved,

And my eyes open to see the world,

The world outside the snow globe.