Icebreaker
I hate the way that voices
Echo
Make me feel like a tool
Or in rooms, when it’s introduction time
And they expect you to bloom
Icebreakers are a kind of chore I’m used to doing, too
But still I feel kind of closed-off
When it hits
The room
Chip on
My shoulder like
Little plastic bags
They drown my voices and take up space in my head
I used to fear the
Echoes but then I started to feel a bit better
But then there were the school holidays and
Alone it all crashed like the weather
Copyright © Daisy Cho | Year Posted 2025
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