With every difference and individual exposing my inexperience,
I find myself picking up the fragile pieces left of me.
Piecing together the significance of an existence tethered and measured
by the pressures of an unloving world draped in its own pain.
Undeniably scarred and redefined,
by the struggles of the human experience.
There’s only a certain kind of effort
capable of breaking these lesser standards,
fabricated by deception.
Standards lessened by ignorance and power,
Tamable, only by endeavors governed by the civilized.