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Something sharp was in that road
Now it prods my sensitive skin
Hour after long hour
Controlling every power I thought I had possessed
Because my role has been taken
And I won't say by whom
But it's hard to turn around and have them
Staring
Gazing
Judging you
Feeding worries to a thin mouth
Cleansing skin that was not dirty

And I sit by
Wondering how I have played this position
Because it's not who I am
It's not who I ever was and now my heart is
Soaked in contrition
Bleeding off unraveling strands of hope
How would I ever cope
Or deal with the slaughter of my soul
If darkness became my six months of light?
We Are Not
Guilty for wishing we were somewhere else
Down southern borders
By ourselves
Alone

Now loneliness is all I have
I am a tethered, beat up rag
Dumb in appearance, so quiet
Ripping at the seams, I am silently
Fighting for the upper hand

Since never have I grasped it
Not even on the nights of supposed equality
Not even reuniting these spirits will bless me with redemption
For how can fear cease in a flaming fire?