You look at me and break,
Shatter. I see the hurt in your eyes
As you peek at my skeleton.
I have control, and it makes me
Content. Do no question me, to you I’m
Begging. My life revolves around a
Constantly revolving door. The kind
You can spin around in for hours at
A time. I obsess over you, and things
I used to love. I can’t love them anymore
But I still admire. Sit afar and admire.
Coasting through my life on the sidelines.
But unable to see myself for what I really am.
Am I really in control?
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