Inspired by Jonathan Anthony Burkett’s Neglected But Undefeated: The Life of A Boy Who Never Knew A Mother’s love and from an anonymous poem I saw online
“You know my name, not my story. You’ve heard what I’ve done, but not what I’ve been through.”
You may know my name
But do you know I breathe in fumes of fear?
And that every shoe I wear is laced in insecurities
Do you know that 3am knows all my secrets?
Or that I sleep on damp pillows I wish we could share
You may know me
But do you know I defend chipped chinaware?
I aggressively interpret their brittleness for beauty
Because I’m afraid you will never want my pieces
I wish you could take some of my emptiness
This manhunt for something I can’t explain
I wish we would dig together for that person I will never be