We're all expected to be perfect in this imperfect world
Perfection is shoved down our throats
Into our lungs until all we can do is inhale it into the walls and then
Breathe it out.
Out into the atmosphere of insecurity and illusion
For others to helplessly breathe in
It encases our words
Lacing them with a sort of silence that demands to be heard
Like the dark you begin to see it
Then at once it becomes your aphotic solitude
You don't know how to turn the light back on
You're forgetting what your skin looks like
All you can do is rely on your touch to feel who you are and what you've become
Words spoken into the black are what you react to
Plainly following the sound like a child
Hoping that words that taste as sweet as the rain
Bring you back to the surface of yourself
The self that others told you to hide away
The self others told you was wrong
In your darkness you find that you are also an ocean
Dark and looming
Absorbent of the sun
Home to beautiful things that people fear
Consistently lapping at the shore
Hoping one day you'll get closer to the land you desire
What you don't realize is that your darkness is others light
Your ocean is where the land dwellers so desire
You may be dark, you may be scary
You may be imperfect
But that doesn't mean you're alone