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Random Poem
Happiness is one of those fractured things.
It lends itself to making us believe the best,
The best of all things. But we are not bought
Into its false appeals of what may be.
We are broken. We are trying to solidify ourselves.
Happiness is problematic. It makes us believe in
Things that cannot be. We are not buyers of a fractured
Fairytale that makes us believe a prince will come save us,
When we too are princes and should save ourselves.
We are destined for something else.
We cannot fall prey to the overt ideology of salvation that comes
Into our purview, bringing us into rainbow ideation.
We are not destined for the true light that the world brings.
We are made to be denizens of the shadows, shirking in the light
Afforded. Will we ever see the beautiful autumn air?
Does it matter when the world doesn’t trust?
Does it matter when we are not the equals of you?
