weak
i know i am but
why is no one else?
why isnt anyone else on their knees?
are they shielding themselves?
is mine made of paper?
golden knights with golden swords
they smile and walk past me
like im imaginary
like im worth less than nothing

maybe i am

these tears
they always flow
and they wet my paper shield
and im left defenceless
nothing but these small hands
that cant do anything
they get me nowhere
and they already have holes through
from trying to save what i wish i didnt have

my heart
small things can do so much damage
hold so much
i was born with a heart i cant close
and everyone theyre always staring
swords to paper
go away go away
my screams were always ignored
and people love violence
in a world like this

in a world like this
the weak are never considered