i could never be everything you wanted

the wounds were always concealed,
scars hidden, in an effort to
eliminate that weakness which lived
deep inside my soul

to hold everything up,
not letting any precious droplet
slip between my fingers
evaporating under the sun

but the false strength is gone,
i cannot carry it anymore
nor can i hide the hurt, the wounds
which bleed pools of me into the streets

i could never be everything you wanted

this mirror i've become is
dangerously close to shattering
glass shards scourging my flesh
leaving me exposed

these tears fall like gentle rain
spilling me into the ground
purging the pain, the sorrow
making the flowers grow

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Slyphian, in the year 142 MA.