i used to tell my friends when i was eight that i was afraid of the dark because being afraid seemed more feasible than being seduced by the unknown's beauty i used to chat in my school's server when i was twelve from twelve to twelve because i believed my online persona made up for my flawed character i used to write love poems when i was fourteen and hide them in my diary because i thought my love was cheap like drugstore chocolates and now, at fifteen, i hide the very parts of me that she tells me are like the finest porcelain because the world wants to break what it doesn't know ~ as i find myself running away from something that ceases to exist, i recall that the only thing worth running away from is myself so i sing to that same swan who was dancing in a lake and i read it stories like "the little prince" to be frank, i'd never actually read "the little prince" but the romantics of it struck a chord the world wants to break what it doesn't know when i looked into her eyes and studied the soft upward tilt of her nose i only recognized the beauty i had to behold the same sensation struck a bigot's mind and turned to flame and fear we hid away from the masses and shared our secret through closed doors when would we get our turn outside? i wondered if that same man had every been so in love with the way the leaves kissed his friend's wrists? the world wants to break what it doesn't know i opened my chemistry textbook and fell asleep to layers of subatomic particles i fell in love with the natural world the stars are made of elements and each element of its own design an accepted truth; a not so accepted past i did subpar on the chemistry test maybe i could have checked my work maybe, maybe, maybe however, i had the opportunity to behold my teacher's clever question that sparked a clever drawing of my own i only received shame and frustration from what should have been a moment of growth the world wants to break what it doesn't know the monster in my head eats me whole and i can barely pick up my hand still sore from trying to trigger carpal tunnel the night before i sob into my arms unable to complete my english homework i do it during lunch my friends pounce on me like hyenas telling me to quit slacking off each word like a bullet to my self esteem what do you do when your self is wrecked? stay quiet and laugh the tears away the world wants to break what it doesn't know i used to follow my best friend when i was five like a dog because i loved without expecting respect in return i used to kiss my wrists when i was eleven instead of piercing them because i felt that love could triumph my internal hate and now, at fifteen, i cry at three in the morning, wishing that i could be a fairy in a world that wanted to learn from what it doesn't know _____________ omg. i did it. NEW POEM! ❤️ this one was the brainchild of me and my anger with society. take it as u will! see u sometime soon!!! xx miya
