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Needing To Know
I wonder what I look like in your eyes
My need to know can euthanize
My jilted nerves postpone said exercise
I wouldn't get a word in edgewise
Don't be afraid, I say to self hoping to sterilize
A mind raised in a world prone to scandalize
They'd give you the rope and call ya streetwise
Implications shrink ya down to about half your size
After all it's the tell with no show that will demoralize
Words into ammo yet so grossly destabilized
Thoughts entertained used to depersonalize
Deeply agonizing sense of sadness on the rise
So please excuse the manner in which I despise
The subtle ways I'm made to hate my thick thighs
Or hid the very essence of mystery in a fool's disguise
Shaking off what remains before each soul dies
*sighs
I wonder, as my thoughts capsize
Themselves into reckless conclusions that then compartmentalize
Ever shifting further away spinning clockwise
Nearly missing the path, the only thing left are my silent cries
Craving relief, a feeling I cannot overemphasize
The madness inside the cycle occupies
The darkest of reaches otherwise
Used to create a life filled by beauty optimized
© Ava Morris
My need to know can euthanize
My jilted nerves postpone said exercise
I wouldn't get a word in edgewise
Don't be afraid, I say to self hoping to sterilize
A mind raised in a world prone to scandalize
They'd give you the rope and call ya streetwise
Implications shrink ya down to about half your size
After all it's the tell with no show that will demoralize
Words into ammo yet so grossly destabilized
Thoughts entertained used to depersonalize
Deeply agonizing sense of sadness on the rise
So please excuse the manner in which I despise
The subtle ways I'm made to hate my thick thighs
Or hid the very essence of mystery in a fool's disguise
Shaking off what remains before each soul dies
*sighs
I wonder, as my thoughts capsize
Themselves into reckless conclusions that then compartmentalize
Ever shifting further away spinning clockwise
Nearly missing the path, the only thing left are my silent cries
Craving relief, a feeling I cannot overemphasize
The madness inside the cycle occupies
The darkest of reaches otherwise
Used to create a life filled by beauty optimized
© Ava Morris
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