Wherever I walk, you follow me behind
My hive mind doesn't believe the outline,
but through the fervent yellow luminosity
I recognize you as myself
and the reflection of you confuses me
Am I as small as it leads me to believe?
I know the sun wouldn't lie to me
I must wonder how life would be if everyone were their shadows
More pressure to have personality,
They'd make a whole system of what outline is "ideal"
It's quite silly really, how utterly consumed we are with how we appear
Fascinating how insecurities are crafted, its all so unreal
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The Sky Doesn't Pressure Me
Poetry"My life was filled with expectations Added from the other generations The Stars, The Moon, The Sky, it didn't mind They are here for me at all times" -WON SECOND PLACE IN THE BIG DIPPER AWARDS- -4/19/21- #13 in poetry collection out of 7.6k stori...
