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I flounce across the midnight way Not one to return anyone's gaze As I cut through the winter haze And stumble through the open gate That leads into an open hall Where people laugh Screech Squawk Cackle As pools of yellow hit the walls I sidle into a cushioned bench Nobody dares to turn their head So I fixate on a drink coaster instead Then order cider from the serving ***** The jungle animals make noises beside me Screech! Squawk! Roar! Hiss! My chest tightens and nerves snap inside me I sidle out of the cushioned bench Nobody dares to turn their head No words of farewell or good fortune were said As I escape the malt-y, acidic stench Down, hill, down dale, up street, as I pale My addled head throws me to and fro Through the winter haze I go Till I'm home again And realise That once again I have failed.
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 3:35 AM UTC
The Outgoing Ones Always Finish First
I flounce across the midnight way Not one to return anyone's gaze As I cut through the winter haze And stumble through the open gate That leads into an open hall Where people laugh Screech Squawk Cackle As pools of yellow hit the walls I sidle into a cushioned bench Nobody dares to turn their head So I fixate on a drink coaster instead Then order cider from the serving ***** The jungle animals make noises beside me Screech! Squawk! Roar! Hiss! My chest tightens and nerves snap inside me I sidle out of the cushioned bench Nobody dares to turn their head No words of farewell or good fortune were said As I escape the malt-y, acidic stench Down, hill, down dale, up street, as I pale My addled head throws me to and fro Through the winter haze I go Till I'm home again And realise That once again I have failed.
#depression#anxiety#friendship#loneliness
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emilia-leonetti
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 3:35 AM UTC
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