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Judges

April 5, 2018

Seeing judges all around me, judging my every move

impossible to ever relax and get into a groove.

Each person ready to drop the axe on my exposed neck

to turn my hopes and dreams into a train wreck.

At some point thinking this so much to be true

I create it as real, enemies lining up in view.

They want me dead, because I want me dead

nothing more hopeless and tragic was ever said.

But it is right, and it is what I must face.

For the impact of mass judgment, I must brace.

Their looks of derision pierce my sensitive soul

Either I shut down completely or I be riven with holes.

So of course I shut down once more, as is my way

I sweep all feeling under the floor, and exit the fray.

 

 

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