I’m starting to think dependency creates a sense of fallacy.

The more dependent I become, the weaker I feel.

Feels too small.  Feels to frail. Feels too short.  Feels too not good enough.


To be able to fit into the gaps that are supposed to fit

Comes with countless pre-requisites that on the face of it

Marks me as the least qualified candidate.


I have this adverse allergic reaction to being put under a microscope

Exposure makes my skin itch,

‘till robots come to life and smile heartlessly

Gravitating me towards silent countless “mean”.


I remember almost two years ago

We were in one of my friend’s car

And the other said, “I miss the old me”

She seemed to have settled well into the new her.

I wonder if I ever will.




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