I've had enough.
More than my fill.
I don't care anymore.
But I know others will.
I've had enough.
It's no fun now.
Backed against the wall.
Can't even remember how.
To whom can I speak?
Without causing a din?
Without causing pain?
I'm poisonous within.
So just leave me be.
I'll just be tough.
But on the inside,
I've had enough.
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Words In My Head
PoetryThe thoughts and musings of no-one in particular. A collection of short-stories and poems.
