You were happy.
And I was supposed to be happy.
My gold leaf covered hands danced through every key and every scale.
Every symphony that you threw.
I gave you all that I could give.
The golden spotlight and rusting trophies that decorate your shelf.
You always wanted more.
But I'm afraid there was nothing more I could give.
You always wanted me here so why?
What did I do to deserve your shame and hatred.
Maybe you finally realized I was only plated with gold.
But thank you.
For scraping my dreams, my mind, and every hope I had for myself growing up.
Now I know that steel only bends under unimaginable pressure.
And I can walk away from you.
At last in the deep but soothing uncertainty that lays straight ahead of me.
Only having the hope that things will cool down eventually.
-Kore
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 7:30 AM UTC
You were happy.
And I was supposed to be happy.
My gold leaf covered hands danced through every key and every scale.
Every symphony that you threw.
I gave you all that I could give.
The golden spotlight and rusting trophies that decorate your shelf.
You always wanted more.
But I'm afraid there was nothing more I could give.
You always wanted me here so why?
What did I do to deserve your shame and hatred.
Maybe you finally realized I was only plated with gold.
But thank you.
For scraping my dreams, my mind, and every hope I had for myself growing up.
Now I know that steel only bends under unimaginable pressure.
And I can walk away from you.
At last in the deep but soothing uncertainty that lays straight ahead of me.
Only having the hope that things will cool down eventually.
-Kore
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