Enemy paper
Pencil a weapon that
Stabs
Shreds
Rends
With a dull edge
Tears dry up
Throat closes
In time to a slowing
heart
The thump, thump, thump
Deadened
A mind wrapped in mud
Insulation
Isolation
The fear of being known
The only life force
Erase!
Erase!
Wipe these words from
the page
From the very thoughts
Exposing
It's not real
A play
A role
A part in this
imaginary score
Keeping score
Because to win this
game
Is to keep it all
Keep it all locked away
From me
For me
It's never about me
Keep you happy
A happy you is a free
me
Free to be left alone
Though I never really
feel alone
It's never enough
Never satisfied
The ache
Throbbing pain
The thump, thump, thump
Deadened sounds
Deadened feelings
Dead hope in knowing
myself
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