How do I push the words out
From behind my taffy tongue 
Thick with salty tears 
And full of grubby thumb 

I’m a child 
Pretending that I’m numb 
To escape the overwhelming feelings 
And never ending thrum 
Of knowing I’ll never be enough 

For you. 



17 years old

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    Each stack higher than its former

    Every thought and every scrap

    Of an idea too scared to ponder


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    Each minute that lingered longer

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    Does the hallway extend

    And the hot breath of whoever’s behind me feel hotter 

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    under love 
    and fear for their children 
    they warp reality
    twist fate for a time 
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