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Walled Up
Mirror Me stares back.
Mind Me is saying,
'Let's try to cut us some slack.'
But all I hear is the flack,
Over and over.
Then over and over again.
So I try again.
Heart Me answers back.
'Let us forgive our own lack.'
But bricks of pain... stack, stack. Stack.
Over and over.
Then over and over again.
All of my 'not-enough'-ness,
Useless as an old address,
Oppressive as a tight dress,
Overwhelm like a big mess,
With the dull depth of Loch Ness.
I don't know anymore. If.
I'll ever feel more than less.
© Abigail Sim
Mind Me is saying,
'Let's try to cut us some slack.'
But all I hear is the flack,
Over and over.
Then over and over again.
So I try again.
Heart Me answers back.
'Let us forgive our own lack.'
But bricks of pain... stack, stack. Stack.
Over and over.
Then over and over again.
All of my 'not-enough'-ness,
Useless as an old address,
Oppressive as a tight dress,
Overwhelm like a big mess,
With the dull depth of Loch Ness.
I don't know anymore. If.
I'll ever feel more than less.
© Abigail Sim
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