All Knowing

Vulnerability was never meant to be a weakness,

as innocence was never meant to be a disability.

But in this cruel, revealing world,

Love is an unrealistic target

As happiness is a meaningless word.

What we have come to know will never be our own,

And what we wish to hide from becomes all knowing.

Knowing our every move, our every thought,

knowing every version of ourselves

Even those that we wish to forget.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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