If tears were supple razors,
falling in eloquence from eye to cheek,
If tears could truely show my pain,
then let them pierce me.
If eyes were pieces of glass
Stained and painted with emotions,
If eyes could truely show the soul,
then let them blind me.
If lips spoke words of love
whispering and lusting for ears
If lips could truely show feelings,
then let mine rust shut.
If the mind could paint pictures
using the worlds as its canvas
If the mind could portray beauty,
then let mine flake into the wind.
If hands could welcome something of beauty
holding something close and cherished
If hands could welcome the world
then let mine be strun in barbed wire.
If words could speak the truth
enslaving the world in their humanity
If words were pictures of sanity
then let mine be silenced.
If a mirror could show the future
a ife of happiness and peace
If mirrors could show reality
then let mine shatter before me.
If the world was a playground
full of smiling and playing children
If the world was a home
then let mine fall apart.
If everyone held hands and learned to love
shared each other's pain and grief
If everyone learned to live together
then let me disappear.
If I am truely human,
something that bleeds and needs
If I am truely something worth saving,
then why does no one see me?
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