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These "poems" I write are only meant for me
I keep them away from prying eyes,
Where no one can see.
Because why should one receive "likes"
For the metaphors constructed by their minds
In an losing battle to get a grip on reality?
These collections of words
These regurgitations of the imagination
Hardly even belong to me.
If I am not my mind,
Then who am I?
Or is that question irrelevant?
Words in themselves do not belong to anyone
But the order in which one happens to put them together
Is somehow different?
My attempts to understand anything are futile.
So for now, I will say
That these "poems" I write are only meant for me
That I will I keep them away from prying eyes,
For no one to see.
I refuse to be judged,
By something as absurd as these peculiar markings,
Lost in this peculiar system.
I refuse to care about whether people like what I have to say. Yet for some reason, I do it anyway.
Portland, Oregon, USA
(Portland, Oregon, USA)
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