they like to think
that the way the
words spill out of my
mouth,
i believe that life is
beautiful.
that the way my lips part,
and teeth show
when loving someone
that i have had it easy
loving myself.
they have me confused
with a rainbow,
when in reality
i am the storm
before it,
breaking apart
homes in my
mind,
setting things on
fire,
letting things
get destroyed.
they like to think,
that i think
the world is
beautiful.
it's hard to whisper to them,
that i do not.
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