Been burning bridges boldly,
Though I’m acting so coldly,
I try to connect with the world,
but no respect in the world.
I carry their conversations.
I take my medications.
I fake it, but still no relations–
Alone.
No mates, no friendship,
Just a dulling pen tip.
Writing all these words,
Depleting my reserves.
Need someone to listen,
But I’m faced with opposition,
From everyone I commission–
Ignored.
And so refuge in writing I find,
Only way to unload my mind.
©falinawake
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