Bitter
Don’t mind me. I’m just passing through.
I’m neither here nor there
And I won’t be stopping.
Don’t mind me.
Excuse me, pardon me
I’m only passing through.
I gave up long, long ago
on trying to make people notice.
But it doesn’t matter. Don’t mind me.
I’m just passing through.
If, though, you want to wait
Speak with me, exchange for a moment
I’ll tell you a secret.
I wasn’t always so silent
invisible
For long, long ago, it wasn’t “don’t mind me”
It wasn’t “just passing through”
But it is now. Don’t stop
Don’t even pause. I won’t bother you again.
Don’t mind me. I’m just passing through.
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