Macro

Floating rock hurtling through space
Battleground of 8 billion mistakes
Maybe the reason we bake cakes
Is to prepare ourselves to see the things we love be devoured by those around us

I see warnings in festivities
Sharp tongues coated in civilities
Empty smiles soften hostilities
Why am I the one punished when I break my rules and say the quiet part out loud?

I’m sorry that slipped out
Well paced poems do abound
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Is someone still there?
A stubborn part may still care
What you think of my repairs
I’ve been working really hard, but this hunger for validation wont let me go

Perhaps it’s human nature
Resistance of our erasure
Digital illusions of complex pictures
I’m scared to post this even though I know it’ll probably be drowned out by our collective voices

In a world that moves too fast
Am I wrong to wish for one thing to last?
The final line is cast
I allow myself a single naïve plea before crawling into the skin of who the world wants me to be