hiding in my room
listening to the rain slap the windows
how dare how dare
condemn what I love the most
how I care how I care not
my eyes slip lower as if
my body wants them to stop
tears pool but can't fall
the glass bleeds with rain
how can clouds be bright as ignorance
the wind slapping again
swirling opacity and i don't know
who's eye i'm looking in
how dare how dare
when I am the sick and the weak
how I care how I care not because
I am the sick and the weak
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