Stockholm

Fri, 01/03/2020 - 18:39 -- dok-uu

I cry the tears you use to buff your mask of pretend innocence

 

I’m in a room looking at everyone through the one way mirrorYou’re the only one who knows I’m here as you parade around in your polished disguiseEvery attempt I make trying to get them to see my side is worthless  I consider escape but the labyrinth of instability outside the door is far worse than the pain of futility  Foxgloves and fungi will fill my lungs as I choke out my self defense but your response is always the same.  Lose the fucking attitude.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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