My alter ego sheds me

in a pulse-filled car,

drenching me in senses;

I pretend I am my age,

a

Cursed

If words could flow from my unfurling tongue
as freely and easily as they stream down
my arm, wrist

You fake a smile to get past the, "What's wrong?"The "Want to talk?" And the long lectures

The Athlete, the Poet and the Reprobate

‘I can’t decide, she said,

Whether you’re

She is the one
who always sits in the corner,
waiting to be noticed.

She is the one
who always stays on

Shyness

Crippled

At every step in life

Crawling by and praying

Praying that somehow I'll walk

That suddenly

"Me"

I've never yearned
To be in the limelight,
To share my life
With a flock of admirers
Who know only my

The Hell in Hello

speaks like stutters
turn to stone
makes you cough
makes you choke
clear your throat
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