shaken like a snow globe
my world encapsulated with my favourite things
and my sense of worth, locked within it
there to please, mantlepiece
a sight for sore eyes
I’ve staged perfect photos in perfect scenarios
painting worlds of envy
earning validation like a coin purse
I’ve written universes
constellations of stars
connecting the stories I’ve lived
shouldn’t that be enough for me?
lately I’m singing songs no one hears
and writing poems because I want to, declaring
any path I choose is mine to lead
I am everything I was meant to be
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