Who Are You?

Who are you to think
that the trembles in my heart
are of no care, when
I truly know they are all that
I was ever left with…?

Tell me, who are you
to chide my fears as trivial
when you have no idea
what fears do to your soul
and take over your life?

Yes, who are you, I ask,
to let down my eyes when
you haven’t seen what
my eyes have felt before
they dared to open…?

Really, who are you to
brush away my insecurities
as creative excuses
when you can’t even
brush away my tears…?

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