I’m a poem unheard:
Fire, under the surface
Thorns, under the skin
Life’s barrier is thin
I’m graffiti, painted over:
Two-dimensional woman,
Straight face and sad eyes
The world’s muted my cries
I’m a drowned rat:
Swept away by the tide
For reaching too far
Still looking for a star
I’m a disfiguring scar:
Covering the person underneath
Stretched across a pretty face
From all eyes, I hide her grace
I’m a fallen angel,
Carrying a filth within
Wings torn out of the sky,
Unceasing need to fly
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