Because I am different.
Because I am not the same.
A cease fire,
Because of a moment.
Holding onto my morals,
"Treat people as you want to be treated."
They continue to slip away every day.
Quieted by the mouths that speak louder than I.
The clock that rest on my heart,
Dwindling,
Dulling the once rhythmic thump.
Small.
We are but a ant in this war-zone.
The wars that happen are undocumented.
Yet they are charted in our brains.
stand-still
Loathed.
Ugly.
