samedi

Fool Of Yourself

what a dork
i'm sad,
i guess
feel the need, 
to say it
who are you
talking to
who am i
like you knew
i'm sad,
please don't listen
your eyes

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 who am i
talking to
why am i
pretending
when that's all
i rebuke
as soon as
i defend you
why aren't you
staring at
me
when i don't
see you

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whatever the sounds
my ears get it
whatever information
my brain kills it
emotions
have no shape
yet you exist
i'm sad
what a dork

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