It takes time to understand
That I cannot be like a man.
That most of my excursions
Include rude explosions
Erupting from the other cells
In the atmosphere.
I stare into space
Pretending to be another face.
Though I am still internally
Violated
Against
My
Will.
My neurons shall never be the same.
Never shall my anxiety be tame.
My wall-like face shall exude
“well-trained.”
Passivity
Symbolizes productivity?
Don’t you hate my up-speak?
Sunday, March 4, 2012
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