maybe it’s me
maybe it’s not you.
maybe it’s everyone else.
or maybe…
it’s me.
the one always called
too emotional,
too cold.
so maybe what i need
is a plant
growing slower than my thoughts,
a cycle
moving forward when i cannot,
a lego set
to build,
to break,
to begin again.
and maybe then
anger
will finally
leave me alone.
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