Ajax (he/xe)

Thorns

I am the thorns 

That prick your fingers

While holding a rose.

I am the weeds

That you work so hard to get rid of 

I am the rotten tomato,

That no one cares for.

 

I am the ignored,

The thrown out, 

The pain.

I’m the one no one wants.

 

So I prick myself

On my painful thorns

I destroy myself

So you won’t have to

I’ll throw myself

Off a bridge, building, cliff-

Whatever makes you happiest.