Some people want themselves to go away
I have trouble getting myself to be here
I wish I could unwrap my veins and
Bleed out what’s been laced into me
Social bullshit and friendly demands
I don’t know how to meet
I never learned to accept without reflecting
A mirror painted white
Reflecting all, absorbing none
Where am I? I hate it when
The so-smarts say
We are because we identify with
I don’t want to identify with anyone
I don’t know how to even
See myself without seeing
Everyone and everything else
They’re going to make me hate myself
Don’t they think i’ve got enough
trouble with that already?
4-21-99
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