Plywood
Nailed into the world to be the same as the rest.
Yet no matter how hard i try to move up in life.
No matter how hard i try to accomplish something so that i may be recognized.
I stay without bend.
The nail has a long life.
Stuck. Exactly. Where. It. Started.
I want more.
Your winter tears frozen on your face.
Getting choked up when trying to speak.
Im sick of it.
I'll scream so loud you won't be able to deny i exist.
My tears will be so warm they will roll down unwasted by the icy winter.
I'll drench you in the emotion of my mouth.
For if I am unable to move I will make you feel the suffering of sitting still for as long as I'm nailed in place.
Written 10 December 2025 at 1:22 AM
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