In my multi-faceted world
of origami feelings
pinpricked emotions
and betrayal handed to me with dignity
sometimes I just choose not to see
because some times sight causes me to weep
so utterly alone
so devoid of one true home
I struggle on
as one
sometimes I choose not to hear
because sometimes what I hear is what I fear
so utterly silent
so devoid of secondary voices
I struggle on as one
sometimes I choose not to feel
because sometimes what I feel is so painfully real
so utterly disquiet
so devoid of complacency
I struggle on as one
yet so often I feel like none