I'm so done.
I don't want to play the games they call fun.
It's like staring down the barrel of a gun
And knowing you will never see the sun.
Because those who are pushing me around,
They're pressing my face into the ground.
I can't see the possibilities,
I can't see the light.
I can't even see who they are.
I want this to end.
I
Am
So
Done.
AGD

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Painting With Words
PoetryThese are subtle glimpses I get from the lives of the people around me, written as poems. Some refer to me; most don't. Enjoy.