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Sep 2016
the feeling of
of being a rock
in the middle
of the ocean or
a tree in the middle
of the desert

strangling in
what's coming
from my
own skull

introversion turned
dark becomes

i s o l a t i o n

dip me in
melted hot air
watch it tear up
my knees and
blister my palms
deform my face

then brush your
teeth like it's fine

(why do i feel
this way
why can't i be
completely
reliant on myself
emotionally?)


i don't want to
talk to you and
i don't want to
leave the house

so i don't
but then
it kills me
inside

(i don't know which is
worse feeling like a recluse
or feeling like a failure as
a side effect of going out)


i s o l a t i o n

i don't really mind it
when people have fun
without me because
that's what i want them
to do but i won't say it
doesn't hurt a little bit

(i won't say that
being alone in a
dark room all day
doesn't get to me)


i s o l a t i o n

it's my own
**** fault so
now i'm done and
will stop complaining

j u s t
l e a v e
m e  a l o n e
Copyright 8/13/16 by B. E. McComb
Written by
b e mccomb  25/F/chasing dreams
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