Looking outside the window we call eyes
To gaze upon my being in a light
I would so much want to be put out
Cast aside to be forgotten
I would much desire to love the light
However I loathe it
As It only highlights my being in a way It won't be notice
In the darkest nevertheless
I would love to be in the darkness
Unnoticed by the mere soul
But the souls I see fit to gaze upon me
The ones I feel are the building blocks to my broken being
If I wanted I would loathe every person who casts an eye on me
But I wouldn’t in any way do that
As I do need their validation to belong
I need them to judge me and correct my flaws
All of them
Including the one of existence
Breathing the same air as them
If I...