Going around every moment
Stamping a mark of self's existence
Crushing other selves
Under the weight of self-importance
Borne out of a deep sense of worthlessness
Crushing life
Under the weight of proving right
Borne of the wrongs piled on

Yes, this exists
And I have only begun to see
How it saps all energy
From the one who sees
If only I learnt to speak
In a manner engaging
Lest I end up only trying to pierce raised defenses
No, I must speak
In a manner hurtless
If only I can figure out how
Before I lose it completely

Universe (*)

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