Parlor Game.

by Poet on the Piano   Jan 20, 2015


I'm locked inside. Not in your house, I did not break in. I broke into my own mind. And the windows committed suicide. I have no protection or cover.

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"What do you tell yourself, Miss MaryAnne?"

"That I should not be affected. That I should not be associating with what names me weak. That I should never let my expectations down. That I should not falter."

"And that's where you must stop shoulding yourself. Where are the rules that state your weakness? You are only as strong as you believe."

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Play me, play you, like an archaic game. Keep trying to guess what I tell myself. I'm the one who must gauge the first step outside. Into the sea of confusions. Into the waves of sanity.

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Written 1/20/15 @ 1:20 PM

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