Not Enough

Their words are a familiar to your ears,

But they are a balm to their hearts.

They flood in, thawing their souls, letting light consume.

But not you.

You have heard those words before.

They echo off the walls of your heart, reverberating nothing.

Silence.

And it grows empty inside.

You want to believe, be a part of the revolution.

You want it to devour you, leave you whole.

But doubt creeps in, and questions persist.

Who? Why? How?

Who, why, how, am I worth of such love?

You are not.

You are alone, an imposter in their castle.

Drenched in the sweat of dishonesty

And lies.

You are the killer among the leaves.

You are the murder among the thieves.

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