You don’t know me
Not Who I am
Not Where I’m from
Not Why I am the way I am
This silence, is a meditation on the bruises my heart cannot cry about
This smile, is indifference towards the kind pains inflicted upon me
I’m built from broken pieces on scaffolds
I’ve thrived in the abyss of unkind uncertainties
I’ve walked upon shining floors of planted knifes
I’ve recovered from hits of elbows in handshakes
I realized the compartments of life are nothing, but fucking mirages
And mirrors, I’ve seen, bring people closer than they usually are
My apathy is a protest of my desire to survive
I attempt stealth moves, because noise, I’ve learned, attracts distractions
But people, I know, can be magnets
Peace of mind and serenity, I value
Growth and well-being, I cherish
In progressive transitions, I pursue
Humans and bullshit, I despise
You’re not confused; you just don’t understand me
You don’t really care; you just wish it was different
We’re not friends, may just be acquaintances
Maybe just learn, than create destructive assumptions?
So next time when you have a story or assumption about me,
Of who I am, where I’m from
And why I am the way I am,
Just remember, you don’t fucking know me
Authored By: Wain
Feature Image By: Colton Sturgeon on Unsplash
