Charge me
with your nonsense,
blame your tears
on me; I have no lies to hide;
it is you who prides
yourself on nothing
but a pile
of materialist,
petty words
and pretty things
I have no chains
to life; I am myself
and nothing but,
I know
that you can never bear
to look within
and see the truth
of your reality
Show me
your false bravery
and I will demonstrate
a being fueled
by her pain
that she changed
to happiness;
tears which became
the water for the garden
in her heart;
the endings to
the phases of
her life that start
anew with every breath
life
in every death -
show me
yours
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