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He lulls me into a false sense of security

That I have someone to turn to;

And he can turn to me

But I will always be facing in the same direction

And you can turn to

Me but I could never turn to you



He coerces me into a fake state of positivity

That I have someone to lean on;

And he can lean on me

But I will always stand tall on my own

A solitary post

A strong but sorrowed tree



He thinks that I tell him things

That I depend on his freeing wings

But I fly well enough on my own or

I like the feel of the ground and

I can fare good enough alone so

Get the fuck out of my house



I have subtle ways of communication

Im telling you I?m hopeless and caged

I also keep hidden kinds of celebration

I love you when I?m not enraged

You have such pitiful intimidation

We humans are not afraid

I draw the lines at my limitations

   But its too late;

           I?ve already gone all the way