going about our days, never seeing ourselves in someone else’s screams

Everyone’s screaming just out of sync, 

everyone’s begging for someone 

to please 

be proud, 

please, 

tell me I’m worth loving, 

show me I’m not broken.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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