We Simply Choose To Grieve
It’s a glitch and it’s an itch
One that can’t be reached
A calming light, without a switch
Something one can’t teach
Nothing short of spit in the face
To someone who is crippled
Across the line and out of place
To tell one how they feel
But those who bear
The brightest bulbs
Are quick to swear
That we control
How we feel and how we deal
What we see and how perceived
They clearly state, we are not ill
We simply choose to grieve
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