She squints her stubbornly sapphire eyes so she doesn't have to see how sharp the edges of the world really are She blasts music through earbuds into her sensitive ears even though it kills and burns so she doesn't have to hear the truth about people or life or herself She cuts scars in her soft skin that bleed the blaring music she forced into her head so when they dry into scabs she won't have to feel what dreams are really made of
Her eyes her ears her skin were a gift to her so that she might see hear feel but the cruel, ugly world is too much for her Why me? she whispers through hopeless tears and clenched teeth Why am I Chosen to see the world through the lens of raw reality? She begs for blindness deafness no feeling like the rest of them It is too much for her to be truly
Aware
My dad wrote a poem when he was my age called "Begging for Blindness", and this is my spin on the same message