Collapsing under the weight of too many trauma-filled buses and cars that use caffeine for gas
Being raised in a house with no structure made me unsteady
I never knew how to react when my infrastructure was cracking at the seams
When workers with rough hands would try to mend the pieces that were falling away
When the workers took a torch to my deepest parts and set me aflame
When the workers would notice that my heart was like a sea, changing with the winds
I threw them into the waters below, most of them knew how to swim
I looked into the mirror and found that I was beautiful
I had pillars of stone swirled with glass that held me strong
Everyone told me that if I cover up my flaws with makeup on top, people might stick around
So that’s what I did, I created beauty with balconies of grief and lights of hope
No one noticed that the very plates on which I stood were escaping from beneath me
My cracked foundation was killing me from the moment I knew how to stand
Enough weight on my back causes me to shake
The rocks that I try to make my main supports give way
I crumbled into myself, drowning in the waters below
I hope the next time someone builds me up, they know how many buses I can handle
I hope they forgo the balconies filled with grief, but keep the lights of hope
I hope the workers don’t tremble when they hear I’m in need of maintenance
I hope they give me a strong enough foundation, so that the wind doesn’t cause me to tremble
I hope they love me enough to stick around anyway
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