Frustration like the sound of your hair
Like the tune of violin strings
Brushed the wrong way
Leaving gasping breaths behind
Sliced and diced as hands run through hair like knives
Fight or flee
Or curl into a ball
And I forgot the world exists
Stuck with hair like mine
Stuck with hands chipped
Stuck
Behind four walls of 'no one cares'
And three layers thick of 'this is who you are'
Frustrated as nails run across these walls transparency
Like I am the oil to the watery self of the likes of you
But our hearts beat and our eyes meet
Distorted and orbed
I try to become polar
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 2:06 PM UTC
Frustration like the sound of your hair
Like the tune of violin strings
Brushed the wrong way
Leaving gasping breaths behind
Sliced and diced as hands run through hair like knives
Fight or flee
Or curl into a ball
And I forgot the world exists
Stuck with hair like mine
Stuck with hands chipped
Stuck
Behind four walls of 'no one cares'
And three layers thick of 'this is who you are'
Frustrated as nails run across these walls transparency
Like I am the oil to the watery self of the likes of you
But our hearts beat and our eyes meet
Distorted and orbed
I try to become polar
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