The weight of my spirit is crushed
in between the lines ,
I am barely seen
The mirror lies to my face
I embrace the picture
that’s painted by strangers
strangling the essence of my being
Like a mouse navigates looking for cheese ,
I salivate en-route retracing my roots
I circle Sans-serifs squeeze in the intervals
Numerals and syllables shadow my presence ,
commas are commonly misplaced
behind empty sentences
and metaphors that miss the point
Articles are unfitting to describe me
My existence suffocates within this text box
g3nz3rt
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