there are days

I don’t know why I came here.


I stage myself on the sidelines

with a hollow smile

and everyone lets me

there is only so much outside

a shell can take.


there is a difference between

being accepted

and being known.


everything pours in

and I am the bottom of the ocean

eroding to dust.


they can only ask me if I’m okay

so many times

before I break open.

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Written 8/13/17

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