Label

Posted on December 2, 2015 by Catastrophe Jones

I struggle underneath
the heavy weight of something
I could give a name to
but won’t
because any label I give it
has already been long tarnished
by your judgments,
crippled by your beliefs,
made small and dirty
by your thoughts,
and I am more
than any one ruined label
you could ever know.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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