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"Molt"
From afar you watch as I slowly unravel,
And pieces of my psyche fall upon the floor,
Faintly through the cuts, through the openings,
A faint light forces its way into your eye,
And for a minute you think that you can see,
And you think that you may be allowed in,
That you may be the one to finally see who I am,
But what makes you think you're privileged?
Is it just because you've lingered?
Or is there something else about you that sets you apart?
Strings of hope and patches of dreams melt away
As I molt myself into something different,
And for the few minutes that I am exposed,
You think that you will be able to know,
That somehow you can get inside me,
And in some manner you can feel what I feel,
But that is nothing but nonsense,
Because no one can ever feel this but me,
And waiting to see my pain is not enough to know,
It is only a prelude to what is still to come,
Something that you couldn't carry,
Something that would be too much for you to live with,
The self doubt, the self hate, the utter futility of life,
So much that you would find yourself wishing,
Hoping, praying that you could go back and forget,
And that you were never exposed to me,
And you will realize the strength it takes to go on,
And why it is that I fall at times,
For once you may understand,
And while that is what you wanted,
It is also everything that you feared.
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