Split
No one else appreciates.
Us.
All us voices.
Like lawnmowers chattering at dusk.
Like a circus.
We all land on a net, together.
It’s silly, but friendly fun.
Alone is bad.
It’s better to have.
Us.
I wish my friends would appreciate,
Us.
All the people who live within me.
So that,
We.
Leave our friends alone.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2024
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