I say im glad
Behind clenched teeth
“what were you thinking?”
My stomach sinks to knots
behind this stoic code of thoughts.
I peer without having a reason
and for my treason you have sought
conviction of capital offense
I cant make sense
Behind these bars
Behind these walls
Of your pretty white enamel
When enamored you show
No remorse
I run the course
the gambit once again
and I pretend
that I have suffered through far worse.
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