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The hate. It rages;
burns my shackles to reality
until I am no longer bound.
So I whither and shrink and hide,
like an arachnid,
I am that badgering caterpillar of ugliness,
which tries to come again and again,
You keep plucking me,
My canvas is stained with memories
Ink seeping from its white sheets like blood
Pooling into puddles of thoughts, feelings, expressions
The red rage that builds up inside me
The world is surrounded with thing of a dream.
The stars are all shining; look at them gleam!
Though things might get harder, we can still sing.
Let us live for our new day so we can live in Beauty!
Well this is quite a surprise.
I've never been asked this inquiry before.
Too inconsistent to be myself,
I am three thousand pieces of a mask
Ripped up and stuck together
With brittle glue and strings:
Promises
But they never hold.
I’m a shape shifter,
Two little caterpillars sit on a stone
Scurrying and hurrying into the unknown.
They part separate ways and say their goodbyes,
Venturing towards a lurking surprise.
Eating their veggies with water to drink,
