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If everything's possible, is it possible for me to be impossible?
I am a paradox
Like a deadly snake, shimmering with drops of blood and the smear of a sunset
Beautiful but poisonous
I am misunderstood
Because I see the moonshine in darkness
Because I see the bruised clouds in daylight
I am different
Igniting on the blackest nights
Bursting into flames despite the storms
I think differently
I’m not like them
The 7,275,702,720 people on this earth
But
Nobody understands
What it is like to live inside my skin
Not one could know
It’s impossible
To bear my scars
To feel my pain
To walk in my footsteps
Because the human skin can be hard to live in
I am quiet and voiceless, but millions of thoughts stampede in my head
I try to smile, but I cannot leave the comfort of my tears
Life is inexplicable
That’s when,
When those darkest moments are the most beautiful
When the burning tears glitter and glow like stars
When the fusions of nightmares illuminate me
I am a conflicted contradiction
Unable to map my soul
Unable to untangle myself
I will remain
A paradox
Unless I find a way to fix myself
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