rose-colored glasses
I am here
though I am not heard
and once you take them off
you will see all of me
every layer from
scarred skin to tired bones
down to the
blood coursing through my veins
and you will know how long
I have ached for your
eyes to pierce my skin
to finally see who I am
and not who you want me to be
and to make me whole again
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