i am.
frayed ends previously tied in haste,
slowly becoming undone.

i am.
chafed elbows and knees,
never seemed to make it to the soft ground.

i am.
fretted face hiding playful words and tropes,
fooled anyone but me.

i am.
enslaved by the whims of the great unknown,
drowning when everyone else is soaring.

i am.
blinded by the illusion i’m crafted to be special
bound to suffer for some greatness in the future
but no
just that
not enough
to barely scratch the surface
to hardly grasp anything at all


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