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Toxic
November 30, 2018
I hate my hands,
For they cannot write down the words in my head.
I hate my head,
For it cannot match words to my emotions.
I hate my emotions,
For they run wild through my brain and in my veins
They run without remorse for their consequences.
They are selfish, unreliable, inconsistent, and isolating,
But they do not care.
They leave me weeping without reason or smiling in times that are sad.
So, I hate them.
They treat me like a toxic friends who I just can’t cut out.
But somehow, I need them
Because they remind me
I’m human.
© Allison S., Eau Claire, WI
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