We see it in their eyes
the sense of worry
the sense of demise.
They tell us to love ourselves
but how can we love the things that need dealt?
We see things that are far away and in visable,
but do not see the things that are there.
The things that are too hard to bare.
So if we love ourselves, why can we not love those things?
The things who need love the most.
The thing that hide their faces away from the world
The ones who do not boast.
I choose to see those things,
to love them,
to hold them,
to give them everything.
And hopefully you will too,
And just leave me on my own like humans do.
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PoetryThis is a book full of poems, notes, and other sorts of things that help me out! It's... Idunno.weird.