I look behind every corner,
instantly regretting my legs
trying to erase my mind
the image carved into my brain
a massive headache- the pain
of it all. I instantly regret my legs,
for refusing to obey my mind-
the truth it sought, the truth it got.
Whispering winds in my ear
Tell me I shouldn't be here
That I have everything to fear.
Whispering winds in my ear
Tell me when to speak
What words to repeat
And I listen the to winds
Choosing nature, over nurture
Ignoring my basic needs
For a promise of happiness
Never to come.
I meet my demise.
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