You and Me

Here is another poem:

"You

You don't know you. I don't know you.

You try to understand yourself. You try to reason with yourself.

You want to exist. You don't want to exist. The insecurities of your mind bring up persistent questions that can't be answered.

You build a foundation of beliefs and dreams out of the fear that the lack thereof would make you nothing in this world.

Yet you know that you are nothing. I know you are also nothing.

Why?

You fear monotony, and cling onto individuality like a cry for help from your soul, hoping that in doing so you can justify your purpose.

You are important to me, as I am important to you. Yet you leave me doubting your capabilities of empathy.

Are you sensitive? You want to be-- but words as deadly as bullets deny the possibility.

You can try, but then you are not true. I will know you are not true.

Then, should you be true?

You do try, but I know trying is not good enough. I know what you want to be. But can you be?

Therefore:

Live up to the image you have projected, or I will break you apart.

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I don't agree.

I do want to exist. Without me, you would hurt.

I am me. You can't deny my being.

You can't convince me of my uselessness.

I cling onto individuality, hoping to show those I meet that I am not who you think I am.

I am sensitive. You know this. I am also human. You hate this.

I try. You know this too, but no matter what you say, I won't give up.

I feel suffocated by the helplessness as I see others hurt because of me. I am also hurt. I wish you could help me.

The stained cross lays broken, gazing at me, waiting for an apology.

The lady in black blames me in her world of deluded egotism.

To that lingering smell of gunmetal, I feel like a self-imposed lie.

You…

Just leave me alone."