for you to love me?
I ask myself why do I ask myself?
reflexes remain reliable as sandpaper
until it wears away.
I wear a badge that says:
I need to be taken
seriously.
I look into your face that is not swollen at all.
I think sometimes that it is not like my face.
I believe there needs to be another word for face,
encompassing all faces.
I am invisible to you
unless you look into my eyes
and see yourself.
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