my tongue is
dripping white
and it pools in my
hands as i
reluctantly show
them to you
but you take hold of
them and let it stick
to you like glue
but it goes unnoticed
and all my white lies
crawl up your arms and
pry their way into your open
mouth
seep through your eyes
follow your ears
and make their way
inside you
to live until
the truth evicts
them
and my hands,
they will never scrub
clean
Don't think of me as some person that may be in your class. Don't think of me as some person you may pass on the sidewalk. Don't think of me as some person that you hate. Don't think of me as some person you love. Think of me as you. Relate to my words.
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