I heard the words,
ripple through the familiar lines,
your every move is well-know,
we know your story,
primadonna
aren't there better ways?
Isn't there something else?
what do you know about me?
have you ever broken down
because the fatigue overwhelms,
physical pain takes over?
have you ever seen
what I see each day?
Have you struggled
just to see your world
fall down around you?
have you heard the crash,
feared for another's life,
questioned your sanity?
when were you alone?
how can you know?
whipsers channel,
word spreads,
I am myself
and I WILL not change it
for someone who will
never understand
Author notes
More of a rant than a poem.
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