Confused, lost,
Annoyed, scared…
I am these things,
These things that rattle my mind.
Distant, Forthcoming,
Contradicting, unnerving…
What of these things are you not?
Lied too, I hate this
You lie to me, and then set me up
You smile at me, then turn a cheek
Scared… of what part of me do you keep secret?
Am I to worry endlessly of what you might say?
Of what is conversed between you and them,
What have I told them, that you are not to know…
Endless Questions,
Infinite Worry’s…
Life shouldn’t be this way.
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Written December 23rd, 2005
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