
You wanna Laugh at me?
I may have my problems
But
That Mask is only fooling You
Honey
I can’t judge you
Because
The words you speak aren’t you
You’re Dreadful emotions have no escape
No filter to navigate the difference between
Love and Fear
That Laugh isn’t truly for me
It’s for you.
In reality
It’s Only the Suppressed Conditions brought on by the Generational ghosts of those who never Found Their Way Home.
My Friend
I want you to know that you are Loved
My Friend
I want you to know you’re Needed
My Friend
I want you to know it’s not you
(It’s the illusion we’ve all clung to)
My friend
You Belong

About the Creator
Lyn
Perhaps I have a fear of being forgotten, or maybe it's the subconscious cries of my ancestors who couldn't speak for themselves. Either way, I can't afford to make the shadows my home.
May peace be with you, fellow traveler.


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