Andrew Jacob Jung Poet Free verse

My Confession

Think think 
Breathe
Maybe it was maybe me
It was it’s my bad OCD I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m so mean
Think stop now stop breathe think
Oh god I can’t he can’t they can’t 
What will we say no no I know
It was me he he he stresses me 
Okay okay it was me I have anxiety so me me it was me 
It’s mine it’s beautiful it’s a mess it’s me 
It’s what I’ll be no no no you can’t leave me 
It’s mine but it’s too much too much for me 
Stay close where is he 
He didn’t he didn’t 
He just grabbed my face
It was me honest it was me

March 1, 2025

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