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THE KELP MAG
After all, we all end up dead kelt floating on the ocean
Sometimes I think I am strong, I think I am tall, but what does it matter?
Thunderclouds rain in my eyes
Always monsoon season
Habits form from years of a self conscience painted girl
The mask I hide behind will fall eventually revealing the masterpiece
I camp under the stars, they shine like the tears on my cheeks
That drip from the ducts of my eyes, of seaweed
The lines are not my limit, outside the lines, where I thrive
I will fall on the battlefield fighting with my sword
Not of bronze, not silver, but of my wall of diamond
Why are we thrown into this watery mess of emotion
The pictures with fade, but the words shall remain
A good life, but what can I explain, like a last goodnight
my eyes, everything you cannot see
my ears, everything you cannot hear
From the earth children books to avenues of spies
Over the seas, over the kelp
I picture myself, through books with stories of untold
My red striped pajamas are the warmth when inside me is cold
Villains are the ones that hurt they say, but can't the nice girl too?
Be kind not nice she says
It’ll eat me from the inside out
Ever thought about leaving? Just walking away
How many miles would it take?
The blanket surrounding me is what angels must lay on right?
The grass is greener on the other side, true, too true, across the world for me
Across the world, over the kelp
Elephants printed on a shirt of cotton
Lavender dreams
The drawer without the knob, it's fallen off its cliff already
To read another language, is that like not knowing how to read and seeing words?
I stare in the water pool but my reflection does not haunt me here
Like an apple so ripe on the outside, yet full of a worm
The worm is strangling me
I’d say help me, but I can only help myself
I progress, but where will I end?
On the ocean, floating like everyone else?
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Reflects on feelings, emotions, and understanding yet not understanding yourself at the same time