Human Nature When you are young,
they will treat you with the softness of spring.
They will guide you through the winter winds and
over snowy hills, admiring the brilliance of your
midday innocence; pulling daisies from the earth
just to place them in your hair. And they will
whisper to each other of how beautiful you are.
When you grow older,
they will treat you with the indifferences of autumn.
They will urge you from the complacency of your own
fleeting fulfillments, and they will watch your
brilliance fade with the swiftness of the sky. You
will shed your fragile childhood with the colors of
the trees, and you will learn to face the winter winds
without their guiding arms. And they will whisper to
each other of how beautiful you are.
When you are grown,
they will treat you with the coldness of winter. They
will leave you bare and naked before the ravenous wolves,
expecting you to fend for your own forgotten brilliance,
asking why you've kept those wilting daisies in your hair.
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in my room
and i'm not quite sure
what to do with it.
it weighs its pointed head
on my shoulders,
sad without its purpose.
it cries tears from the ocean
onto the front of my shirt
until it looks like i'm lactating.
i tell it sorrow has no place
in a world like this;
that if you're going to make it,
you need to be the happiest
(of a person)you can be;
that if you are to amount to anything,
you can't let anyone know
that your heart is breaking inside.
i tell it,
you are not alone after all --
every one of us --
the beautiful woman from room 3B,
the businessman who just made his first million --
we are all just shells too.
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I will depend on
I belong to
Only to the
Darkness and the
I am alone.<b>