there’s an infinity problem.
spherical in it’s physical essence yet it is everyone that has a
bitter longing for superficial happiness, tears glisten like glitter
love me, paint me on a golden pedestal worship me as you fall
in endless pits of misery. continuous misery of human inadequacy but
devote your soul to me and take the distorted reflection into your hands
see the reflection of society burning a hole in your mind. eyes dance around you
from your very own hands and you take the knife of plastic, and mimic the
images of a damaged world. paint over me and create your own masterpiece
of an eternal loneliness of perfect imperfection of loss, of failings, of being flawed.
whisper the hated words as you love me, hate me, try to be me.
spin around down the hole of despair of never being satisfied, always wanting more
never being enough – continuous misery.
plaster me on your walls.
stare up and worship me.
Words by Danielle Kate
Danielle Kate is a caffeine-dependent life form who occasionally writes and does art. You can catch more of her @daniellekstafford on Instagram.
Photo by Sid Verma on Unsplash
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