I am but a cube,
Spinning, twisting for a side to live best,
To find the best side to live,
For it is like this the world enters my eyes,
And never a perfect sphere has been lived.
Those that have found the side to live best,
Have not found the best side to live,
And those thinking they have a sphere,
Will come upon the sharp, cutting corner,
Drawing cold blood like truth from deep within.
With the breathing,
Living days I have spent cutting on this corner
The reality that sends us all back from that piercing corner
To the cube to yet again attempt to mold ourselves,
The multi-sided cube,
Into an original,
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.