Saturday, July 04, 2009

[Poetry] No One Knows

No one knows what is like to die a little each night.
To hate your own image because it's yours.
No one sees how hard it is to maintain some sense of worth.
Everyone wants to change you.
Make you another carbon copy.
No one knows how vulnerable you become when you let others decide.
It sickens me to the core.
How people surrender.
Giving up all the things that make us different and special.
Conforming to the norm.
No one knows what it's like.
No one.
Except for me.

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