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at this point
it's really all the same

wake up

complain through history
"who has time for this anyways"
half smile

then fake pe
and get unearned participation 

and fail math
those lectures about doing well are abundant
maybe change them up a bit

halfhearted dance
so many jumps, there's no room, my feet hurt

enter my havens, even though
the toxicity of people is getting to me

birds and hues that
tell me how to do ( they tell me i'm soft,
they haven't seen me mad )

( i'm not like them. am i? )

and eat
if i can ( i can't )

lie faceup on the ground
wonder why can't i sing like them

sit in front of the computer
wonder why can't i write poems like them

read a book on my bed
wonder why can't i create worlds like them

wait till ten thirty to escape
thinking soft thoughts
half smile

then stare at the wall for a bit
it doesn't work 

drink some water
fall into darkness

and when i sleep
i do not dream