torture

show me the way

 

and i'll follow

 

show me love

 

and i'll accept it

 

but show me malice

 

and all hell will escape

 

try not to carry all your burdens at once since

 

the bird builds its nest step by step

 

and finds itself within his natural habits

 

but i shout to them to help me find myself

 

but i am met with plastic smiles and false reassurances

 

with icing and promises that wring me into

 

a trance that lets me believe them.

 

i scrape the inside of my soul to grab a silver

 

of life to grow and fondle over

 

but i find nothing.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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