Since my tears aren't allowed to die on my cheeks,
Since my fists aren't allowed to kiss the wall,
Since I cannot etch the words on my flesh,
Since I am not seen nor heard,
Let me at least be heard by those whose essence is no more,
Let me at least be known where I'm headed,
I am but a stranger where I yearn to fit in.

I am scared.
Scared to live,
Scared to love,
Scared to be loved and to be lived for,
Scared of everything I want to hold close to me,
Colour my soul with the words I ache to hear,
With the story I want to tell,
Silence my thoughts,
Hold them captive in the catacombs of my heart.

How can I love you when I cannot love myself?
How can I love you when I'm scared to be loved as well?
You can't pick up my broken pieces,
I'm scared you'll hurt yourself trying to fix me,
I now leave the subtle stains of what my tears are supposed be,
If not my words, let them reveal what I couldn't,
Let them reveal to you that which I'm scared of,
Because I can't be what you want me to be when I'm barely what I'm supposed to be.


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