waiting for my turn in the courtroom

Not my best, but I just got yelled at.

I find that 

as I grow older

i find myself wishing that my thoughts didn't echo

and bounce so many times that they repeat 

and I have to hear them again

and bad decisions I make

and insults tossed at myself

are reflected back, ricocheting 

and cutting through walls in my defences

and even though the only ones

who will actually listen to me

are a select few on this site

and my cat

i can still feel their eyes of judgement upon me

and I'm just waiting for the scales to dip

The End

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