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209 · Dec 10
Them, and me
notta poet Dec 10
What draws me
With squirming  heart
Leaning in
Staying apart?

I watch their ease
Relaxed confusion
Messy cross-talk
Care-less collusion

Words collide
Neurons firing
Thoughts descend
Exponentially tiring

The outer me
Has grown too thin
To meet the needs
Of fitting in

The inner me
Wants to be seen
But fears the same -
The risk too keen

They and l
Feel subtly  
The gulf between
Them and me

— The End —