I am standing in a crystal-clear box.
Naked, or so I felt.
With all the world, my world watching me.
With all the things I can't have covering my body
Falling on my head.
I try to close my mouth, my eyes, my ears.
I try to hide the parts I hate, that I fear.
I try to cover the parts that I love, to keep them for myself.
In my head the only place I can cover, I think about the people, my people.
They want me to collapse
They want me to give up to my pain, to my torture.
To open my mouth.
I want to keep it closed, to prove to them that I am stronger than they can ever be. but am I? am I as strong as I think? or am I living in a lie? In a lie created by my thoughts that I can't control.
But those who care about me, those who really love me, the few people who really do, they talk to me.
They tell me to step away from this agony while I can.
I chose to leave those things those things that are covering my body, I chose to make them a sin.
I am the one who created this torture.
I chose to go through this hell every day,
I am waiting for my rainbow
But there isn't a storm.
I am waiting for the day this torture will and understand that I am stronger than myself. Stronger than I perceive myself.
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the power of the pupil, the retina, the power of the eye
Its stronger than a thousand words
stronger than any purple carrots
stronger than your ego,
stronger than your pain,
Because If you still don't know,
Your nothing.
You're a dot in this world,
so small
so small
your pointless, because even if you changed the world
the world would have changed you first,
and so, then you never existed and never will.
