I sit in a gallery of eyes
all watching me fail.
Pinned to a cork board,
I hang in empty time,
waiting
Small worries
chew at my brain,
crawl under my skin,
making me itch
The thing I forgot
is haunting me,
taunting me.
I try to close my eyes
and disappear,
but even though I’m mad
it doesn’t work for me.
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