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Meesha Mahil Nov 2011
Don’ t tell me how to feel

because neither one of us are in charge

of my heart

or it’s rationale.


There’s no bigger dictator

than the one that’s inside of me.


When it pulls the strings,

and calls the shots,

my body pulls forward

with this boulder of emotion

and my shoulders start caving

as I start to drag my feet.


When the whistle blows

I roll my eyes,

at this foolish ruler…


A small ***** that dreams big.


Who does it think it is?


When will it learn?


And when will it stop making me


do it’s ***** work?

— The End —