A Self Portrait (and a whisper)

To my future self, who I am sure must be
the same as I am now, 
for stagnancy has always been our greatest friend, 
our oldest foe:

Let us pretend, just for a moment,
that things are not the same;
that father and mother do not argue still.
That their yelling does not wound your heart
and that their silence does not kill.

Let us pretend that you have the courage
to not act like things are fine.
To let your armored smile slip
or that you have even the words 
To tell the one you love how you feel.

I will forever mourn the day I was condemned
To such an asinine state.
And condemn the very soul I am 
For this miserable, cruel fate.

(to the person that i’ve always loved
up close and from afar
won’t you bare your scars just this once
for only now
for me

and tell me how you’ve managed all these years
to flow and ebb like the tides
to withstand the cacophony that makes your head spin
or the deafening quiet that ensues

tell me what bravery does it take
to go slave about your everyday? 
what rigid strength do you see 
in me that you envy so badly?

i mourn the day 
you started looking at your reflection
and started seeing a lesser figure, 
an image that only you capture)

Written by: Leya and Sereen

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