You don't need to
Throw me against a wall.
I do it to myself already.
Maybe that scar on my leg
Wasn't an accident.
Maybe I'm just saying that,
Because I don't need you
To bring me down.
I'm pretty good at
Doing that for myself.
So when I turn my back,
Don't doubt that there
Won't be another attack.
That's the one thing
You can count on.
For everything else is
Just dust in the wind.
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The Songs of The Gullible Wiseman: The Early Poems of Maddy Kobar 2008-2013
PoetryA young writer's newly released first collection of poems. Written during the tumultuous and at times troubling years of high school and the more forgiving and enlightening years of college, Maddy Kobar captures what it was like to have come of age...
