Inside myself I am tiffany.
So delicate, you can see-through me.
And I want to change.
Impoverished, meager.
I eat where they feed.
Breathing easier when the air is thick.
With smoke that frequents this sort of vicinity.
I just wanted to be showered with care.
Caring not whether I was loved
But rather taken care of.
Am I not aware of the existence?
I am in wait for this kind of person.
Who would willingly give before they have received.
I am repulsed by those who necessitate then
Take off with all they have been given.
Enjoying the breeze that never ceases.
Taking even that for granted.
There is no grace in greed.
Especially craving the insatiable.
You can never be full.
One hand held in mine.
I will cherish your effort unchangingly.
Always in thought with the memory of
Which hand was hot and which was cold.
I am frequently unapproached.
I know I am not intimidating.
I am opposite.
Lame, ordinary, trivial, unexciting, unimpressive.
Underestimated.
I race to be beaten.
Half effort.
Lagging just behind.
Still in view to see what it took to make it there first.
I will celebrate with you.
Not jealous but zealous.
Unconcerned by the impression
My silent enjoyment makes.
I play the same songs repetitively.
It's all I can afford to know.
These songs I can never neglect.
They have never neglected me.
They never will.
-Me
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