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Porcelain Distance

for those who fear the crowd and the echo of their own name

they stare

like gods without mercy,

eyes glass-blown and gleaming

with questions I can't answer.

their laughter-

a pack of matches striking skin,

each syllable

a fire I pretend doesn't burn.

I walk among the stars,

like a shadow missing its body,

untouchable

because I never let them touch.

their breath is poison.

their presence,

a scream stitched into silence.

I fold myself

into corners no one looks at.

it's not loneliness if it's safer.

it's not hate if it's fear. but no one tells that to the ones who love mirrors and make monsters

out of quiet things

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Glass Friend

i let them lean on me until i shattered and they stepped over the pieces like nothing broke.

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Decorated Pain

i decorated my scars with poetry so people would admire what killed me.

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Still Breathing

i died quietly and no one noticed— they just said “he’s not himself lately.”

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Threadbare Soul

i sewed myself together with fake laughs and now i unravel every time they joke.

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Echo Self

i'm not the voice— i'm the echo that’s left after no one listens.

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Silent Parade

i scream in silence louder than their laughter— but no one claps for a funeral without sound.

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Orbit Mode

i left my body years ago. i’m just here to keep it warm.

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Perfect Smile, Sharp Hands

i smiled so wide they never saw my wrists bleeding.

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Trust Burned First

i handed you my spine and you lit a match— said, “i just needed warmth.”

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Disconnected

I look at people and feel nothing. like glass between us— clear enough to see them, too thick to touch.

i laugh on the wrong beats. answer questions on delay. smile, but it doesn’t glue anything back together.

i am not here. i'm orbiting. watching my life through someone else's eyes. hoping one day i remember how it felt to be human.

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Hitting

I hit myself because screaming isn’t loud enough. I bruise, so the inside hurt has a place to live on the outside.

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Soul Static

My heart beats but only echoes through wires. I’m alive like an old radio— crackling but never clear.

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I Was the Ghost

Everyone says they feel haunted. But no one asks what it’s like to be the ghost.

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Burning Bridges to Save Them

I make them hate others so they stay with me. Not because I want control— but because I’m scared they’ll get burned like I did.

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The Smile Stitched Shut

I smiled so long my lips forgot how to part for anything but lies.

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Silence Feeds Me

Laughter starved me. Words wore me down. But silence— it held me like I belonged.