I walk these narrow corridors
into another dull stretch of life
I have died so much on the inside
it is a wonder I can still feel

I’ve tried to make the best of this
but I can only condone the worst
Give me the sweetness I can never have
just pretend to care so I can go on peacefully

I don’t know who I am anymore
you say you understand me
But do you even understand yourself?
You take everything for granted

Wasps have stung my out-reached hands
Just a little offering to be sincere
But you shake your head
“I won’t bother talking to you again”
I wish to say
but I’d prefer this illusion
to what I have now

The End

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