Death of Me
Its coldness bites
Like a rattlesnake.
Its harshness stings
Like too many wasps.
It outcasts me
Like a nerd at school.
It puts me to shame
Like a strict parent.
I can't seem
To forget it,
No matter how much
I try.
It hangs over my head,
A curse cast
For as long as my name.
My stress,
My mind,
Myself;
This will be
The death of me.
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