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
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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