Tess Powell · May 25, 2011
The Tragedian

If you cut me, I will bleed
because I am human, too.
If you find me,
you will find that I'm stuck on you.

I know that I am cruel and broken
and my eyes are hard as stone.
I know that I am quite the riot
and I am worthless on my own
but, paired with a pretty face
and a heart made out of gold,
I could shine like a diamond,
like a queen atop her throne.
I know that my callouses are tough
and I am a tragedy to behold.

What you don't know is me.
It's everything that isn't seen.
If you cut me, I will bleed
because I am human, too.

No one gets it.
 
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