Faintly foreseeing my whole life pass
As if I’ve already lived it:
And the appearance of things drastically changed according to my emotions.
Deceived by the idea of it, I was heavily penalized by Reality.
Tripped onto a pedestal where I was equally admired and judged
There I go, justifying the unjust- to ease my prickling heart
And my mind immediately functioned into disbelief.
The throbbing pain of selflessness, manipulation, suppression, fear
My silence crept in.
A Segmented Identity was his definition of Perfection,
But then I hesitantly argued- It was Love.
~ Melanie Pariat