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She’s upset
They’re out of control
I ignore it all
Deep in my hooded hole.

With my back to it all
Amber in hand
Head swims in sand
Damned.

No pity for me
This is not a life
This is barely an existence
This is a badly told joke.

Remnants of the last cigarette
Still littered on my chest
I’m not doing my best
I’m not passing any test.

Hands scarred, beginning to wrinkle
Eyes long ago lost their twinkle
What is this ache I keep noticing?
Yet do nothing about.

Hunched in my tattered throne
Tapping away on my phone
This is where you’ll find me
Outside, withdrawn and alone.

Drinking for five
Smoking for seven
Eating for three
No degree of moderation.

The person you meet
Isn’t me
The person I pretend to be
Is a perfectly created lie.

So, alone I dig deeper
To figure out myself
To piece together the jigsaw
In hope to secure some identity.

While I crave self confirmation
She is upset
They are out of control
And I am letting it all slip.

This wasn’t planned
This wasn’t the plan
Still a silly boy
In the body of an aging man.

Perhaps tomorrow
Perhaps next week
I will fall into line
And she won’t be upset.

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kromwellfarkus

Joined November 2010

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