Poem For The Survivor

I don’t expect you to know what happens under my skin

Nor do I expect you to care

But recognize the fact that you will never understand

Every pigment of my air

I may be clouded

And you might find me a sheeple

But trust me honey when I say

That I put my entirety out

And survived the day

Instead of looking at others misery

Instead of swimming in a fantasy of false pride

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