own

erase me. erase me from
my words and give me a story
to tell that won't become a part
of me. i've carried around the city
streets, the deceitful glaciers, the
unhappy lovers and the suffering children.
my shoulders are not burdened, but my mind is,
and with their pain comes my own. you see, i hold
worlds inside, and as much as i push them out of
my fingertips, they will never be freed from my
possession. try and try again, my worlds
will follow me to the end.