I have a thousand 
Foolishnesses in my head

Most of them

Impossible remarks

Unremarkable retorts

And self destruction 

Purified to its most hateful 

Inwardly I am a monster

But a pretty one

With pink fluffy down

And big trusting eyes

That speak innocents

And cry tears of glitter

Just to make the bruises

You have from my remarks

Iridescent in color combos

But alas

The secrets I keep in those

Big eyes

Are only mine

And will not reveal more

Than half their truths to you

So wrapped up in lies

And perspectives 

That neither of us can tell 

The difference anymore 


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