STUCK

this is where I stand

but I don’t know where I’m at

prattling on about everything

that should have been

simplicity begs to me

to behave like I should

but how should I be if behavior

begs to be spoiled

no body sensations creeping up

and leaving me left behind

I can’t relate to relatives

or friendships still

I can’t be late

or belittled still

distill this trickle of deceit

I am a farce a triple heart

no entrance left for me to leave

no way out

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