2 Become 1
“Don’t be too Clare” I used to tell myself
As I stared in the mirror and willed my soul
To become all the things other people desired
“What does that mean?” they asked
As I twisted myself into shapes I didn’t recognize
Until I could no longer move.
“I did this for you” I whispered
As you pointed and laughed at the disfigurement you created
And left me here, alone.
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Dress me up with your flowery words
That wilt and wither and die with insincerity
Convince yourself you mean what you say before you turn and leave
As I lay here, alone, because I’m too....me
