I’m an ordinary Asian girl
with an ordinary eye, hair and blood colour,
I don’t like change,
I hate the fact that it’s inevitable,
I abhor the ephemeral realities we’re living in.
When I cry,
it’s not like a monster inside me
trying to escape,
more like a person inside me
who’s tired of these inexplicable feelings.
When I cry,
instead of tears,
it’s the words that spill.
Then it’s the world against me
           it’s pressing hard against me
             it’s letting us all fall
                          like snowflakes
                                   that
                                 disappear
                                    until
                                       you don't
                                                 
         
                                                       see
   


                                            them


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