Dear Exteriority

How hurt am I on a weekly basis?

I am not certain, but I'm sure my skin could tell you

Oh, perhaps my feet, my legs, wrists or my head could add in!

They can tell everyone about the pains I go through

Eh-hem.

They would tell you it starts off small and meaningless

Then big and I am helpless

I take medicine to stop the aches, but they are only frightened

They come back and back and back again
 

The most tiring thing is the weariness

Will I fall over or can I keep standing, my dear body?

Do you know the answer?

Of course not because you're only looking for the next satisifaction

Nevermind the consequences of yesterday, you say

Let's begin a new day

No, no, no.

No. 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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