I walked today
out of my room?
too much whiteYou came to see me
I'm doing better
Lie.I look at you
everything is there
do you see it?
why can't you hear me?
why won't anybody listen?babble, babble, babble
I ate my candy
you hear that
everyone likes to hear that
I hate my candy
nothing.
why am I here?
help me understand.what's wrong with me?
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Drippings
PoetryThe space between thoughts and the little things that drip out when my back is turned.