It hurts
Growing and breaking
Seeking and running
I think
I have no
Me
To be
Invisible wanting to be all
That you can see
Refusing and begging
It hurts
Like a mummy in a trunk
Dried and hollowed
Without even a lipstick
Bending and stretching
Hiding and fighting
Melting
Condensing
It hurts
If you come too close
I cool to condensation
And find I am
Discovered
Undeserving
Laughing and crying
Dying and living
Running, accepting
I think
I have no
Me
To be
It hurts.
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