These are my thoughts, yo.
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The world outside my head isn't as it seems. Inside I peek around the curtains of my eyes. I sneak a glance. I wonder.
What do they think when they see me.
I don't know what I think.
I don't know if I've ever seen me, really.
I pull my chair a little closer to the edge of the windows, my eyes.
Elbows to knees. Hands to chin. I lean in. I sneak a glance. I wonder.
The world outside my head isn't as it seems.
What do you do when you've been through the same song and dance for almost two years? "Stop lying to me."
"I swear I'm not lying..."
the truth comes out
you wonder why the hell you don't leave this time.
How do you learn to trust someone who is untrustworthy? How do you keep from losing water cupped in your hand? Is the act even worth it? Each time, each cycle, each loop looks less and less worth it. Why am I just trying to keep this water from spilling out of my hand? Why am I fighting for something that doesn't want to be fought for?
I should open my hands and let the water pour down. Splashing and soaking the floor. Rolling and writhing, and ebbing away.