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I sit here in silence, Wondering only what could be, There over there, Staring back at me. Those eyes appear, Dark brown maybe? Full of judgement & despair. A plea so loud, I care not to hear. For when I do, My stomach lurches, My heart beats faster. Distaste fills my mouth. "Dinners ready" she calls. It's time to start the lies. "I'm coming" I reply, "I'm starving" I lie. As I walk away, The eyes follow too, A reflection so clear, A self rejection so strong. The struggle becomes real.
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 5:08 PM UTC
The Struggle
I sit here in silence, Wondering only what could be, There over there, Staring back at me. Those eyes appear, Dark brown maybe? Full of judgement & despair. A plea so loud, I care not to hear. For when I do, My stomach lurches, My heart beats faster. Distaste fills my mouth. "Dinners ready" she calls. It's time to start the lies. "I'm coming" I reply, "I'm starving" I lie. As I walk away, The eyes follow too, A reflection so clear, A self rejection so strong. The struggle becomes real.
adam-cummins
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 5:08 PM UTC
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