you act as though you own me

chattel, and nothing more am i to you

i am drowning in your demands and expectations

you are a pain machine that never runs low on fuel

i have shed enough tears that it could run forever on them, alone

i believe that pleases you

and i don’t know why

my mind is static with questions

as i try to understand what i have done to you

my heart wanders aimlessly through a desert of your making

your perfect creation reflected in a loveless drought

inside, i have died a thousand deaths

awaiting the one which finally, and mercifully, takes me away to my Forever

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