I don't see the point anymore.
In this.
In us.I don't see the point in living every day a repeat.
I don't see the point in forcing enthusiasm,
forcing happiness,
forcing success,
forcing education,
forcing love,
forcing a shower,
forcing a meal.I was once told that if you smile often enough the dopamine in your brain is released.
I was once told that to be successful, you couldn't have an emotional struggle.
I was once told that if you wanted to feel anything, then that feeling had to be pain.
I was once told that I had nice hair,
nice teeth,
nice tits,
nice legs,
nice eyes.I was once told that I lit up the room.
I was once told that I was happy.
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Bloom.
PoetryShould we say the self, once perceived, becomes the soul? - Theodore Roethke