With no control over how others see them
They burst
Out in flames
Smothered by love
Surrounded by hate
Desperate for attention, yet longing for solitude
Gets lonely easily despite the fact–
They’ve been the center of everyone’s attention since the day
they were born.
Holes in the wall
Noises in the middle of the night
Water dripping down from the ceiling of the apartment below
From punches of powerlessness
Nuanced nightmares featuring calm and serenity
that they can’t help but be suspicious and fearful of
Tears that fall from sockets and lashes;
That seep into and through
Pillow, bedding, and the wooden floor
Traversing across bodies of matter
Mattering not much to they;
Coming from a hole in their heart
They created, nurtured, and seek to preserve
Out of consideration for others.
Pasfut Trailblazing 