I have forgotten who i am,
That we are nothing but paintings,
Fit inside golden frames,
And nothing is as it seems,
Yet, we choose to speculate,
When we should spectate,

If i could say what i have seen,
You'd be very surprised,
Even more so, confused,
The vast horizons, you can delve into,
The beauty and the horror i saw,
It is the true nature of the world,
It is the very essence of truth.

Now that it is clear,
what is intended, i know,
It is simply the easiest,
Of all things to do,
But only the bravest,
Are burdened by these trials,
Cause the world is not only blind,
All the deaf ears are eavesdropping too.

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nobody can truly know
another person's trouble

even if they walk the same
path there are different rocks
underfoot.

To say that it's complicated is
under the water where you can't breathe.
it's under the bridge where it could be me.

Even that white girl wearing white pearls
with her beige bag because black
was a place she'd never admit to be

But yeah, she smoked crack too.

To say that it's complicated
is to say "just calm down,"
"take a deep breath and relax."

As if your simply stated words would
relieve me from the concrete that
sits at my feet up to my knees.

As if your teeth can utter the
importance of how it feels to
have a hole in your chest and
blind spots in your eyes,
the inability to cry because
you don't care anymore.

I put down the whiskey
but picked up the menthol
because some buzz is much better than
nothing at all.

To say that it's complicated
is to say that the
puzzle pieces don't connect.
that the picture on the box
resembles regret.

I don't think that my life is a broken tune,
but I think there are some things you can never
explain.