I want to comfort the world,
but the world does not accept me.
It does not want the gentle warnings of a mother,
who can then comfort you by allowing the reminders that you're not alone.
It does not want a sibling figure to look after-
a baby bird disregarded from its nest;
something Earth inhabitants can understand.
It does not want someone who stands out or puts their thoughts & rules at risk of being changed.
This understanding is something I have been okay with, but my tongue is over.
The world does not want someone who can analyze, see the outcome;
who can come up with solutions, all from the good people.
I want to comfort the world,
but how do you comfort something that's so far from being truly comforted?
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