become become

everything hurt

in those early years

from the way people said hello

to the glare of the world

if I set foot outside the door

& it did not matter

my opinions thoughts

were deemed useless foolish

my bones were grinding

even my skin was pain

that everybody I met

seemed to have their face

set dead against me

the constant was always

become become


more than you are today

while all I wanted needed

were the bed covers

over my head

some place of solace

while I tried to work out

just wtf

was going on

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