frail…
hanging on by a thread
[strong, quiet, red]
yet barely attached, and reflections
of the past cause envy in the present
soaking and swimming in thoughts
[to prove that i’m not worthy of this task before me]
as if you didn’t already know
fear of their expectations
my slavery to them
actually hold some value
disappointed me, you
but hidden behind a wall of enamel
i’m still protected from their knowledge of the truth
not yours, mine
ends justifying the means
presumably
at least at this juncture
and here
i wait.
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