This is me hurting, by the way.

You don’t think I feel when I layer white over

white, guarding myself under my armour

and trying not to break when you’re

penning me down in couplets?

I’m a regular Atlas with my baggage

and others’ expectations

but I’m no statue and certainly not worth a pedestal.

Paint me as that dark doppelgänger

and I’ll start to know her and let those

shadowy limbs overtake mine; I’ll wear thin

and cold just like you write me.

Do I have to spell it out?

Reviews

[Isolophobe]

Brilliant title and an even more brilliant poem.

[cfix]

like this thought it was well written