— (poem) short

I don’t know how you want me to see, I am deaf to what you say. I cannot witness how you want me to be. All i know is that i am me, and not a perfect sunset by the sea. Mocking bird, what is it what you expect? I am all but fifteen and you want to put me in debt. Why does your gaze hurt me, poisoned by pain. I shall fly elsewhere into the great blue sky, So you never have to see me so you cannot whine. But all i can utter, all i can ask is why?

• Published July 21, 2020, 06:56
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