"believed"

This world does not believe.

As I shiver and tremble

and fall

until my bones shatter

and my organs shake

they offer me medicine

without ears,

I am either

too much

or

not enough.

They were never kind

to outsiders

so I became one of them,

I dyed my skin

and manipulated my eyes

until my flesh and iris

were their flesh and iris.

The real one,

however,

she blossoms at midnight

under dim lights

and the smells the roses

and lies under sunlight

because her worries are so little

compared to mine.