a numerical

i’m always talking to myself

throwing tantrums fighting with me

scolding, getting that corrective order

 

there was no one in my life

that i could be myself with

 

without hating me

or being castaway

cold quiet rejection

why?

why am i like this

tears

crying because i cry for who i am

i wish this would stop i wish

i would stop

 

at least i know, i can’t live without art.

at least, i write

 

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