like me. | a poem. 

I’m learning that few can be trusted when you’re honest like me. 

I’m learning that there won’t be anyone in your corner when you decide things for yourself like me. 

I’m learning that there’s no peace for people who stir the pot like me. 

I’m learning that there’s no free speech when you’re loud like me. 

I’m learning that healing doesn’t come easy or naturally when you’re hurt like me. 

I’m learning there’s no joy when you don’t play to win, but try to play fair like me. 

I’m learning that purity isn’t so simple and basic when you love like me. 

I’m learning there is no rest when you see things like me. 

I’m learning there’s no satisfaction when you yearn and hunger like me. 

I’m learning that there are only ceilings for those that dream like me. 

And I’m learning there’s no place safe when you’re broken like me. 

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