Petite 

Here I am

Sitting in my bed

Writing the problems

That I’ve felt

Which seem so petite

When compared

With the world outside

Now I reassess

Everything that I’ve done

Everything that I write

But don’t let me fly

Away

For I know I’ll die

My wings are torn

As I clipped them off

Thinking

I’ll act like them

I’ll smile like them

Maybe they won’t notice

The chaos

I hide inside

While keeping the darkness

At bay

As my one true friend

That lies beside me

In my bed…

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