D.P.S
Different.
They call you different, but they don't care.
Those who care for you don't mind that you're that way.
They love you anyway, being different or the same.
Pain.
All they want to do is cause you pain.
They'll stop feeling all that makes them sad.
They'll feel 'stronger', but they'll stay the same.
Strength.
That's what you have, and they'll never have.
It doesn't matter if you look different, we are all the same.
When they tell you that, you win and they lose a game.
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Blank Pages
PoetryThis is my life. I’m an author and a poet. I love blank pages. I destroy their blankness. Yeah, yeah, we always kill the thing we love. Nonsense. It’s not like that. This book is a long riff. It wanders in and out of poetry, puns self-indulgently, s...
