(Updated April 2022)
My eyes roll itself between the lines of your sarcasm;
Slowly, and painfully, squeezing through your words;
Like a balloon rolling on landmines, pretending it is floating;
Except, it is not –
Safe.
Like how I smile, pretending I am not –
Hurt.
Like a sharp arrow, pretending it is harmless;
It is not –
Okay.
The arrow strikes even in its disguise
So, just stop.
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