Glass Merit

my greatest fear

are my own

inevitable mistakes

i have been told

that i am who

i hangout with

i have been told

by the faint whispers

of the sparrows

to keep my

posture straight

eyes forward

priorities in front

of me

that my

actions

say more

than my mouth

|| for my words

alter

nothing that

isn't physically

changed ||

i can stare

into your eyes

for days at a time

but i only see

envy

and

greed

woven into

your future

manipulated

by your

impartial judgment

i’m sorry

for the strings

that have

latched on

to your

feet

the broken

melodies

that play

in your head

|| a subtle reminder

that the world

does not

revolve around

you ||

my mother taught

me

that struggle

is what makes us

human

||don’t let

jealousy

override your sense

of reality

your morals will

guide you through

the lost

trail of light||

i apologize

for the

bittersweet truth

that is

embedded

in the

sarcasm

that you drink

i’m sorry

if i say some things

i mean

my mind

is a

lost world

covered in a facade

of broken

memories

i can

care about what you say

but i

don't have the ignorance

not to pay

attention

my mind is

set in

stone

liberated

from any influence

i am

not a judgmental person

i am a person

who overlooks their

impressions on someone

who will judge me

i’m sorry

for your

neatly laced shoes

dipped in

selfishness and

desperation

-for your

your polyester outfits;

doused in false loyalty

blessed by midas’ touch

made of fake royalty

struggle

makes us who we are

pain is the only

thing that will heal you-

the pinnacle of your success

relies on suffering

and

the

only

way

to

relieve

such pain

is to

pour more salt

on your wounds

my father taught me that

suffer will

turn into one of

your fondest memories

when you grow up-

pain and hate is what makes you

stronger

hatred isn’t expressed verbally

it is expressed through

glass boxes in our heads

tainted

by

resentment

and bad memories

that shape

our way of mind

i give you

my deepest condolences

for the voices

in your head that

you ignore-

the lack of derision

that you so voraciously

crave from me

it is not the whiskey that fills you up

it is the water that fuels you

it is your constant need

of hydration

throughout the day

it is the honey that you

devour on your brittle tongue-

the same one

that shatters the glass

in my head

it is the kerosene that fills my mind

and lights my consciousness on fire

it is the sugar on your lips-

and the salt on my wounds

it is my greatest fear