somewhere i see someone with my eyes, yet not my owni see them with my wit, my wisdom, and strength, yet they have not methey are clean, free of burden and perfectwith none of the world’s stainthey are from a small part of me, but all their ownand they will love me, somehow, such anContinue reading “what i fear the most”
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i remember the look on their face as my eyes turned black i was special, they said oh, i was, but the special was because they feared feared me feared what i would become i was special because i was different than their blues, browns, and greens different, a cursed yet glorious thing
a poet's confessional 