Better?
Is it supposed to make me feel better to vent on a page
my insecurities in one unstopable rage?
Am I supposed to laugh at the irony
which is my life for me?
Can you really put me aside when I've always been there
because I don't want to be at your beck and call
it's just not fair.
No more lies, no more frustration
no more stress or anticipation.
This time I'll be the one to let you go
and not a crease on my smile will let my sadness show.
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