I, I ,It

I, I, It- Stella D’Vine

I have to pretend I don’t feel.

I have to suppress the stress.

I have to swallow the tears.

I have to pretend to pretend.

 

I hate the way I feel.

I hate to feel.

I hate the way I look at you.

I hate to look.

I hate to hate.

 

It hurts to touch you.

It hurts to look at you.

It hurts to breathe you in.

It hurts to hurt.

This poem is about: 
Me

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