Strangled and choking
The air seems tight
The space is cramming
Tired.
Nowhere to go
Alone.
Stop ridiculing me behind my back
Stop thinking of me as what you want me to.
I’m me.
And if that’s so hard to do
Leave it.
And so be it.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
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