Ugly Cry
A sound. A scent. A flicker. A lookā
Each one a trigger. Like a lyric that lingers, or a line in a book.
Do I feel too much? Am I out of touchā with reality?
Or is it because I see what others donāt? Because they canātā because they wonāt.
You live in darkness. I dwell in the light. The view between us burns my eyes.
I donāt turn away. I swallow your sorrow. I eat your shame.
You fear the fire but feed the flame. You ache for freedom but stay the same.
Now itās time toā Stare down the pain. Breathe in the horror. Embrace the stains.
Open your eyes. Say goodbye. Let it out.
UGLY CRY.










