Balance｜Paltry Poetry

I found a balance\
In an filthy room on the vessel\
The long boring years\
Gifted me with nothing else\
But guts. ﹌﹋

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Stepped on that piece of rusted metal\
Trying to weigh myself\
A sharp squeak filled the room\
As if it wanted to speak to me\
Or just a mutual response\
Have been waiting forever\
Long enough after I lost count on the days. ﹌﹋

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This silent boat\
I could not remember how I got on\
This crowded boat\
I thought was just floating on some water\
This familiar boat\
I still see new faces every other day. ﹌﹋

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In the maze of god damn curiosity\
Still wandering inside this prison\
Humongous but hollow\
Borderless yet not alone. ﹌﹋

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Need to find a mirror\
To prove myself invisible\
That squeak from the balance\
Must be the first response\
Since I started pushing people I know off the boat. ﹌﹋

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Wait oh wait\
Were those just hallucinations?\
Was it the guilt reminding me to hide away for good?\
So my wandering seems like\
Not just out of boredom? ﹌﹋

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Didn't mind\
Won’t care!. ﹌﹋

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My bare feet warmed up\
My little cold metal friend\
A screen popped up\
Had to rub off the heavy dirt to read\
My glasses got brutally destroyed earlier\
No harm\
I'm all fine\
Whatsoever\
My watery eyes. ﹌﹋

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Keeping my eyes closed\
Imagining some land not far ahead\
While still standing on\
The balance I found\
Who cares if that isn't mine. ﹌﹋　　⭓