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You twinkling eyes stare me down
Crying invisible tears of pity
You place your fading hand in mine
This is sympathy
I can't control my urge to flea
Your bleeding pupils hounding me
All I want is to escape
To a monochrome normality
That soft smile sickens me
I need fresh air
Away from concerned faces
Though they care
I can't help but feel
I am lesser

I'm isolated in this eggshell field
A barren land filled with people
They wield their swords of saviour
Dancing round my every sniffle
I feel chained down by their love
Suffocated by every fleeting word
Drowning in the sound of sympathy
I'd give anything to take back the day
That they found that I'm
Not quite okay because
They never listen now
When I say that
I am

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