You made me feel like the other, a vessel. I do not belong to you.
On Saturday I softened, for once I did not close my eyes and hear your voice, imagine it was you.
Now you just fill my void.
My void.
Once more time with feeling.
I am being subdued, achieving my 'destiny' with every word I utter, yet again leaving proof of my mess all over the world.
My being.
There is only a maze of the unfamiliar.
I don't go backwards anymore, there's a lot I don't do anymore.
You say I am 'Complicated but fun'
Yet I am not ready to reveal myself to you.
And you, when the elaborate mask leaves my face, and the cracks are evident, and piles and piles of thoughts are made clear, You do not do me the 'common courtesy'
You are 'typical'.
How am I expected to maintain this optimism?
I shall not sink into the realms of dependancy.
I am not, 'the other'.
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