You see people around you,
Millions of faces, billions of thoughts,
None yours.
Smiles up, like crutches to the wounded self,
Just limping in the void,
None is yours.
So many all around, but none there,
So many nod, so few will understand.
Can we just reach and touch,
And feel, and sense,
Like mirror shards that lost their place?
You tray and see,
Become what others fear to be,
Let you crutch fall, no need for it,
You are a pillar, and pillars hold where crutches fail.

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