Framed [Poem]

My name flicks off your tongue like

a splash from a fountain;

Yet you learn me as if I’m

a climb up a mountain.

Your eyes roll towards me like

a pebble down a hill;

Yet they’re also giving me that look

like they’re ready to kill.

I don’t know whether you’re

the one who wears binoculars

or whether you’re just a

photographer.

I don’t know whether you’re

the one who sees my struggles

or whether you’re

the one who causes my troubles.

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