all of you and them,
im forced into this little corner of space left,
my heart shredded like little pieces of chicken.
i soak up the pain from every direction in the hot soup i am thrown into.
because i am weak, i am unable to support, to fight for.
i cannot listen, but only feel my selfishness.
at times like these, i want to run.
to scream, to disappear, to reset.
yet i try so hard, to bottle these, so i wont shout, so i wont tip it over to the innocent
because i am all wrong, to think up all these.
because i deepen my own complex, i fail to accept.
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