There will come a day.
Maybe even today.
When I will not be okay.
When I'm too afraid to say - I need you.
And that and only that is when I will be made the fool.
Your favorite and most used tool.
Your emotions a Fassade.
Your words a notion.
Only then would I be free -
To live with motion.
There will come a day when I need you most.
And you will see me crying -
Depending on my actions, you will hold me close.
Time and time again.
I will ask, for you to listen and yet -
You ignore me and pretend - to care.
Only when - I hit send are my feelings reprehensible once again.
Yes, I'm a mistake.
You've proven my worth and my weight.
To you, I'm only a fake.
To you, I'm but a snowflake.
A seasonal tragedy.
A clutter amongst the sky.
Fallen and falling.
White but indifferent.
Calamity awaits the fallen who try.
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