
the escape in my mind
that’s what blogs are for
this world was not made for me
i was not created for this
i’m supposed to be a truth teller
a helper
but all i can really be is cryptic
fantasy
fairytale
invisible
poetic
i could write a novel that no one will read
i could sing a song that no one will hear
i could make medicine that no one will take
i could offer healing, no one will receive
but i’m tired of fucking a wall
so, i will write poetry
because
that.
is for me.
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