Mine Does Not Mean Yours, And Neither Does Mine

Consider what my eyes hold,

My social stature non-exists,

My self worth a lie upon itself,

Miss understood by my own mind I lay here alone in my hole dug by my own hands,

Secreting a pheromone mildly toxic,

The world trembles as it falls,

My voice not heard,

My frame not ample,

A window instead of a mirror,

An ego without understanding,

Subject my lies,

Refuse my eyes,

Let me realise,

That tomorrow,

My tomorrow,

Means more to me than it does to you,

For your tomorrow will still exist,

If mine does not,

But if your tomorrow fails to be there,

It matters little to you,

If mine does…