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You'd think I could be smarter
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2002 I borrow words
from myself
from me
from myself.
Who is me?
What is self?
I'm such a child
so young and afraid
you'd think I could be smarter
with all that acting
Oh how easy
so very, very easy
to hide behind the mask of
"the quiet girl." the shy one"
"Do you know Ana?" "Who?"
"The one who's always reading."
"Oh! Her."
So easy so very very easy
Lose myself in my books
ha I laugh I am not there
anymore they cannot touch me
Yet every time I venture out
I flinch I cringe
I trip, stumble and fall
with no one there to catch me
I am too weak too weary too stupid
to belong to understand
I won't ever belong
I never used to want to, anyway;
What does it matter.
