STRAY FROM THE PARTY

self portrait / bled through
i'll flood the room for all of you

my roots exposed with each overgrown vein in my body
nature taking its course / give in to the earth
the truth sleeps in every box they made us bury
6 feet for me / stray from the party

hide / inside
self pity labeled "pride"

a cloak will cover my casket
(contradicting)

This poem is about: 
Me

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