Cycle

He wasn't there
She discounted the good in me
Black void where I know something goes!
I curiously watch those who have it.
That foreign thing.
Head cocked to the side. Confused.
Trying to absorb the culture by osmosis,
or at least learn the language.
I play it again and again
Even though it's painful.
Your icy glaze overlooks me.
You and your fucking walls
That no amount of pleading touches
Or hot tears melt.
You only do the right thing if it's someone else
Anyone else.
To let me know I'm at the bottom of the list.
Yeah, I got the memo.
Do you find yourself here?
It's because you've injured me.
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