I know you said your life hasnt been that hard
And you dont know if it is supposed to be
But maybe
You can see
That yours and mine
Dont have to be
The same
When you swung from the strangers shower rod,
While i Peed
You told me your mom is rich
And never around
Youre not sad
Just not surrounded
By what others are
I piss and wipe you
Go next
Eyes up and thinking, contemplating
Why it seems a privilege to struggle and how
You don’t
The discrimination of pain
Is confusing
I wash my hands with dial
You pull up your mini skirt and chuckle
Unhinged because your damage isn’t yours
Its the amalgamation of everyone youve ever met
Its their daddy issues
Its their wrist that are cut
Its their wallets that are empty.
You want it to be yours,
But yours like a painting is yours
It sits on the wall with your name on it,
But you never get paint on your hands.
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