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Words

Why do words matter
If only heard by another
As if brilliance requires foreign judgement
And self-expression begs justification

I wrap my thoughts as gifts for others
Yet remove the ribbons to reveal naught
Words uttered with the single purpose
To vaguely alter versions of myself

Come too close and you’d find me ugly
As you read the fine print on my face
Sentence after sentence written in defeat
A surrender to my flaws and tribulations

But a two-way mirror splits our vision
As we look to others to find ourselves
And the words we spoke in truth as children
Get refracted through the prism of our fears

In verity you'll never know me
Like when I lay at night with eyes wide open
Doubt as my mistress and my master
And I will never really know you
For our true forms must vow silence
Lest we are found out

- vktr

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