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its the oil in me
spreading rainbows in your pristine water
pollution
              confusion?
did you remember to
set    her     free?
why don't you
ASK
the face in the mirror
and find out if you are still lonely
          or
if this game you're playing
   is the bubbling beneath my skin
(can you hear?)
the anger that I keep
quiet
except for dark nights
   I overflow
                  are you laughing
                        or listening
or is the music
scraping my (bruises)
from your white
                         white
earbuds             blocking
any noise 
     other then the sound of your own head?
dead?
      what never fed
            laid in bed
                so she said
but this is something different
       I can't put my finger down
poison apples
poison worms
           what have you done to my world?
 Chopped up
 In the ground
your life is hard

I scream for air in a silent world.