Dear You

Dear You,

Yes You,

You who gives me the stare,

You who send fierce whispers above my ear,

I hear you and every word you say,

With your mouth, your body, and your heart.

You speak from your gut,

Your instinct steering you wrong,

But who am I to judge these things,

For I am but a simple observer

Who has roamed the earth forever

in one location.

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Dear You,

Yes You,

You who turns a blind eye to our struggles,

keeping a smiling clown mask upon your face

at all times,

pretending everything is okay

when anything is but,

I put on my weary clown mask to greet you,

almost falling down, collapsing from exhaustion and confusion

as to why I must keep up this appearance.

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Dear You,

Yes You,

You who thinks that I have lived an easy life, oblivious to your struggles

when I have struggled SO much more and beyond.

But I would never hold this against you

even though I have every sense and right to be able to.

I want to resent you, curse you, bring our family line

TO RUIN. TO WATCH THE WORLD BURN.

But I just want to sleep.

I. Am. Tired.