I'm like a fairy.
I hide inside flowers,
I go out and about trying not to be seen
by humans.
I hide in books,
in stories.
Confronting reality
is something I don't know how to.
It's scarry
and my coward self does not want to suffer
Yet I feel like I should.
Because what is happiness
with the absence of pain?
Numbness.
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PoetryI don't know how often I'll post. These are random ideas that come at me around 1 a.m. Please forgive any grammatical mistakes. Enjoy *rises curtain*
