I’m Different

I’m Different

One of the first things stated, “I’m different.” Presented as a truth. Meant to encourage, comfort, and ensnare. You weren’t different. 

The only difference is you believed your own lies. Created a shroud of them and was quick to throw on another layer if someone questioned the first around your handsome self. Never showing the truth, until I finally saw you naked. You were ugly.

By the time I saw, the damage was done. Little shards that I had carefully put back together of myself. Shards that you said you would help keep whole. Broken, again. 

Indifference grinds the shards into dust. You won’t stop until the faintest wind takes what little remains. Sealed away and isolating me until I pray for the wind to take me.

Deep in the dust, I try and bury a single shard. Trying to protect it. Keep it intact unlike the rest of me. Even with you destroying everything else, there’s something. And no amount of wind will take it away.

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