I am not the pretty words
You find comfort in .
I am not the sparkling stars;
I'm the dark beautiful sky they float upon .
I am Byzantine,
I am tangled,
I am complex .
I am not the mannequin
I often wish to be at times;
I'm the tarnished doll
You've known ever since,
Ever since
That refuses to disappear .
See me
See all of me
See the tears
See the rage
See the vexation
See the dysphoria...
See me .
I am the chill in the wind
And the wonderful feeling of sun on your shoulders .
I am the tear
And I am the smile .
I am all the things dispiriting
And all the joy too .
Me .
All of me .
I am not a euphemism.
Do not treat me as a simple being .
