Paper Stains ✔

∆ all i am

written; 14th March 2017
published; 15th March 2017

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My mouth can't cuss and my eyes can't judge and crude jokes discomfort me

I am labeled a prude and most times it matters not but today my resolve is quite weak

I express too less and I'm supposed to show emotion because being stoic is as good as lacking humanity

These hands of mine are coated with the blood of people that once loved me

And I wash and I scrub but all it does is hurt my skin and throw daggers at certain memories

My tongue is a sword but it is only because sometimes in order to be kind, being cruel is necessary

I have built empires in my heart for strays who lost themselves in the grandeur and never appreciated my simplicity

I don't understand these words I've written or what kind of light they shed upon me

I am bits and pieces of a million places, songs, books, quotes and  people that I am yet to meet

I don't know how else to phrase all this but the world still demands an uncomplicated definition of me

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