Bangaround

When you're your worst enemy.

I have no need for this.
Not you. Not me.
It's like I don't know you anymore.
Not you. Not me.
Uncompatible. Flesh to flush to
flesh out again. So
miscontrolled, troll.
I give up.
I doubted myself for too long
to ever start trying now.
Trying to.
Trying not to.
It's not the me I've been trying not to be.
Hit me again. Make me feel
something.
If I'm wrong then I've always been,
so what do I know?
Who am I to tell?
Not you. Not me.

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