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Every time you ask me a question I nod my head,
I’d rather be lying than dead.
“Do you believe in god, are your priorities straight?”
Stop treating me like I’m eight.
Every time you say “I love you” Is it really true?
Or am I dreaming of normal parents,
A better version of you.
The yelling is constant and won’t stop.
All the daggers you stabbed me with are sharp.
...Tuesday 23rd January 2024 5:05 am
In The Foyer Of Hotel Lonely
Being lonely is so wearing
Eyes averted fingers drum
Lasering of furtive glances
Pain of self-conscious hum
Repressed passion lashes
Barricades vast but hidden
Terror of getting through
Fears that come unbidden
Desire versus inhibition
Self-image sorely racked
By corroded self-esteem
Egos that failure hacked
Behaviours only reinforce
Self-loath...
Wednesday 21st October 2020 10:45 am
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