Shards of reality try to obstruct my view of me,
But today I’m a vindicated banshee.
Tuning in from the safe side of the line,
I’m the eye of my own storm.
I kick back into my sweetly sunken skin,
Watch the rest of them conform.
Frightened by my insistence?
I won’t be undermined by the
Sight of my own existence, or
The cries of yesterday’s soul.
I can attest that I deserve the beauty
Of today, because I’ve held the heart of decay
In my own heart, but again,
That was yesterday.
For every phoenix that dies in my name,
It’s reborn through sentimental flames.
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