do i really just want to talk in this life?
do i only want my voice to be heard?
i know that i used to think that
want that
but now i think
that it may be better to only listen

i know i'm nothing special
i tell myself as much as i can
because i would hate to be
the kind of person that doesn't know how to feel small
despite being tall i know i'm only a tiny speck
on this planet that we call cruel
but it's home

i act like i have answers when i don't
i eat what i didn't grow or nurture on my own
i ride
piggy backing on what my mother made me
father gave me

i break apart the sunflower seed with my teeth
prying open the two halves of the armor
that no one needed to advertise
i don't want to wall myself up
but let myself melt
like wax down the candle
i'm not the part that glows

i am the consequence of fire
of friction
of a decision

11/20/2011

Posted on 11/20/2011
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