©Not again
Conversations here, so polite they seem,
waiting for that fall, breakage in the beam,
They smile as they chatter about things that dont matter, to lure you into their meaningless blabber.
They tell you its black , you know its white,
they say that it is day, you feel burning night,
I breathe very deep, exhale with a sigh
I hold my composure though I need to cry.
I hold it inside me untill Im alone,
dont want them to know they got the best of me,
I push it down and transcend to my comfort zone,
I miss my life and wonder who Ive been
Im not your scape goat no not again.
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