Tears of glass
and bleeding lips;
the future looms
and you attack
because fear, insecurity, worry-
your anxieties become your aggression,
the world absorbs the negativity
but you cannot stop,
call it a curse or even a blessing
but you will never
stop.
I am not a tragic ending or a storm below the stirring Earth, I am not your empty vessel nor am I a glass of dirt. I have never been full...
Belonging is difficult and sometimes a battle on a field littered with bones. Those of us who never got a say in this destiny lay...
Fragments of myself fell off until I had lost them all, I had lost the soul until I was nothing but a performing shell- I had forgotten...
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