I can’t blame my grandpa,
call my grandma,
or ask aunt Nancy, why.
I can’t cry like I do,
in front of people like you
because I hurt too differently,
as only a few, like me, do.
Sorrowful and sobbing,
I’m bobbing,
upon an unknown shore.
Their whispers are throbbing,
my ears’ bleeding,
isn’t stopping.
This cycle is on loop,
repeating, while
I’m trying to recoup.
Just as the glass
feels half full,
it slips from my hand again.
Who left me this mind?
Why did I inherit
a ransacked goldmine?
Talent, left in the dark
with fear too big
to sneak around it.
I can’t get out.
The wind is blowing me down,
chasing me,
even as I leave this town.
I thought I’d cornered it, now.
It, eluded my mind trap.
How?
Worries, transfixed
and overbearing,
bore holes the size of golf balls,
displaying a neat array,
of all my dirty laundry, airing.
I want to make a change
but my feet are cemented
to, an unknown group, or two.
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