You're angry,
It's not hard to tell.
From the way, your eyebrows pinch together,
The way your clear blue eyes,
Have turned into a raging storm,
While meeting my icy depths.
The hard lines of your lips,
Folding angrily as you scream at me.
You ask why I don't take your pain away,
As I stitch your wounds,
You really don't get it, do you?
You're not the only one bleeding!
While you're fusing over,
The tiny scratches that mark your skin,
I stand before you shredded to my bones.
Mine are as clear as rain in a storm,
Each icy drop runs into your eyes.
They're as clear as ice,
But you stumble blindly through them.
Why is everything about you?
Your pain.
Your feelings.
Your blood.
But yours barely even fills a pool,
While mine overflows the largest ocean.
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