we exist as people of persons
a division of something refined
without each other, the pieces never meet
they never get put back together
Posted in response to the challenge Why?.
we exist as people of persons
a division of something refined
without each other, the pieces never meet
they never get put back together
Posted in response to the challenge Why?.
sarcastic jabs and quippy lines
I hope you know I usually don't mean it
and I know my best is not enough
but that's what being human is all about
I don't have to worry about perfection
I will overcome compulsions
like shifting shadows moving across walls and space
I constantly reflect everything and everyone
daydreamers like to envision a new world
one where every cog in the machine does its job
we get tired of being the mirror
I go to therapy and dish it all out
Everything that's too personal to tell my sister,
Everything that's too serious to tell my Mother,
I dish it all out
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