Self-InflictedA Poem by lleeI made my head hurt, again.Self-Inflicted My face in my hands rubbing temples if I poke my eyes will it end. Be creative they say I can create an eye of a storm in my head it rages will it end. Discontent in the middle direction action I would take confused by the wait choice builds the apparition condition circling myself pacing sitting still menacing plunging how far down smack on the ground answer my brain made me land on my head and that's why it hurts.
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