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Everyday

I wake up sick.

Just the thought

Of being me

For another day

Makes me cringe.



What can I say?

I guess I'm weak

I cannot

Set myself free

Except on the way

To a binge.



I don't believe

Verse one or two

If I did

I would not know

How to be and live

Like myself



The poetry I weave

The things that I do

Make my Id

Change to Ego.

I find I deceive

Only myself.



So everyday

I wake up sick

And the thought

Of being me

For another day

Makes me cringe.



What can I say?

I guess I'm weak.