Poetry

Human

A human

A heart of fool’s gold

I open in earnest,  I express, and I trust

An unearned guilty conscience

Suspicious of my own reflection

A body of contradiction

 

There’s nothing left to know

But you don’t understand

Nothing left to show

And you still can’t see me

Blue in the face for nothing

Yet you define me

 

Trapped in the details

Endless words left hanging

Thickening the air

It’s impossible to breathe in here

I care more than you’ll ever know

Though I am more than what I seem

I always seem to be what you say

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