To those who entangle themselves with multicoloured silk
Like an aerial silk dancer
Impossible to distinguish the person from the silk
As if they were one flowing body of water
How much of your identity is comprised of that silk that you call beautiful?
Acting as if the silk makes you stand out more than anyone else
Speak out against anyone who doesn't like dyed silk
Tell them that concrete boxes don't determine humanity as a whole
Because feelings are fluid
And you believe that you are water
If it's okay to convince others to jump in the river with you
Why can't we instill our own rules
Is being grounded in a box of morality so bad?
And how far does the river flow to,
Or the neverending silk?
Where do we draw the line
Between land and water?
Maybe we're both parts of the flowing waterbody of life
Pushing
Pulling
Till your boughs of silk snaps
And blood is spilt on
Planes of grass
When will it ever stop
I'm so tired
Tired
Of fighting
Never even uttered a word so
why am I breathless
Sometimes it feels like I'm the rope pulled in many directions
Vociferating opinions burned out like tattered strands of a rope
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I don't speak up but when he called you a freak I felt sick to my stomach
Darling if this is empathy for the lost why do I feel like I'm the one whose lost in a crowd of opinions
Double thinking
I hate that my emotions cloud my judgement
Feelings tight against my chest
Can't even trust myself with lies
What do you do when fire burns you
And you feel
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Poetrythis is a midnight compilation of inner thoughts and half forgotten dreams, letters from my heart to people I know or have yet to meet. this is dedicated to all the living souls that have impacted my life, good and bad. this is for the people in my...
