They look at me
Like a problem to be fixed
Like a resource to be used
Like an escape to forget
That's pretty much all I get
But they look at me
Like they look at themselves
An issue, a tool and a void
That's pretty much all they know
And time to time, I get up and go...
(I guess that's okay)
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 26th, 2024 03:34
- Category: Sad
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