Untitled Poem #7

Sometimes, the doctors
that watch over me
(sometimes from far,
sometimes nearby)
send me into the room
in the corner.
You know,
the one with the padded
They tell me it just
looks like I need
some time alone
(and sometimes,
I don’t blame them).
But what they don’t know
is that I know
that everyone is
too damn tired of

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