Dear Life,
I’m giving you notice. I require a leave of absence.
I’m tired. I’m broken.
Being misunderstood
Over and over and over
Has worn me to a place of
Resignation
Bitterness
Despondence
The price I pay for opening my mouth
Is way too high
I’m so, so tired of being judged
Of being assaulted
Of found wanting
Never good enough
I’m going to curl up
and play dead
Cocoon myself
Until my wings unfurl
And I fly
far, far away
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