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Hypersensitivity
by Racquel CervantesBe careful where you step.
All these words I speak to you
are true reflections of my own
fragile self.
When you try to fight your
illusion of me
with your words,
it is my soul that you pierce
with pinholes
for I am None other but me.
But who are you,
you who try to hurt with
minced words and snide lies?
You shield yourself with mirrors
and I ache for you.
If I am alone in that I am
removed,
you are alone in that you see
no one but you.
03/03/2011 Posted on 03/03/2011
Copyright © 2025 Racquel Cervantes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/04/11 at 09:34 PM I like this a lot. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/20/11 at 07:08 PM ...[gulp] such is wisdom, strength, awareness; delightufl saga de the la moment, eh? yet, in truth are words you say because you see. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/27/12 at 01:19 AM Congratulations on this poem bein POTD on 6 26 12 and certainly well deserved. |
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