The definitions between us
have no connection
No past
Look at me
You can’t even
your selfish
You can’t see through the opaqueness
Of the glass
I’m just a trash can
I sit here
Backed into a corner
You, throwing paper balls of nonsense in my mouth
To shut me up
Then I’m thrown out, gone forever
Garbage
I’m the worthless one?
Maybe you should clean the dirt
off that opaque mirror
And take a look
All by yourself
So SO lonely
Whose worthless now?
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Author:
phylock (
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Comments2
Very interesting......very.
Antagonistic, argumentative......a bone to pick with whom?
Almost similar to the old saying something like, when you point a finger, how many are pointing back at YOU?!
Good one. Whoever its for wont be able to ignore it
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