I wasn't raised like you,
           I wasn't a full loaf of bread..

You were cut with the decency
        of a raised moment worth
                      a cut a slice pride.


Me, I wasn't like you,

misshapen
      raised morality..
                      you were perfection.


I was an uneven rising.

               Never to be cut like
you.

I was cut and never sliced in

a  correct line..
  

More like an uneven episode of
                 life,
burnt on some
                             sides....

not realising the potential of the other..
               I was just ill positioned in life.

I'm never going to respect you,
                       I'll just walk on the cracks.

And you'll avoid me, but I'm more pure than




               your morality, as I'm never plastic...


You faker than I'll ever be...
                               I'll die before you,

but at least i died realistically ..

shards of shimmering sunlight
sliced through the tree canopy
to lay a bed of bright beams
on the soft earth's ground

Ghostly white and turning blue
It's not hard to construe
That this would happen, already knew
Among the many, I was with the few
Where sorrow and agony grew
Sliced my skin open so my spirit flew

I hurt myself on a piece of glass today.
A perfect slice, etched into my skin...
Beautiful burgundy oozed from the cut.

A split second of watching myself heal.
I soon realise....
You will leave me with a faint scar.

I licked the liquid away...
with a laugh and a smile.
It was only an accident... a mistake.