i am tired.
i have a heavy ache in my heart
and lead settling in my bones

i am young.
i ooze nativity in earnest
and i have no idea what's going on

i am broken.
i sob meekly and quietly in my room
and i refuse to share it at all.

but you are none of these things.
you are vibrant; your eyes glimmering with excitement.
you are wise; your words and actions always calm.
you are whole; your heart in place and untouched—no, it is untouchable.

you are remorseless, your soothing words lacking all compassion. you are selfish, your easy smile and clever words used for your own means. you are nothing. but in a way, you are everything, from the smile that touches my lips to my fidgety fingers.

you are everything.
a poem to a god who will not hear me, are you truly a god?
or are you just a person i depend on?