Weak

I feel it in my bones as I stand here being in the one place I rather not be.

Faking a smile and trying to be okay when I feel nothing but okay in this moment.

I want to do nothing but scream and the truth is no matter how much I say my frustration.

Nothing gets better and so I say nothing at all because what I have to say doesn’t seem to matter.

I am just another body even though I do good work and a lot of people see that at the end of the day they can push someone to be like me.

So what makes me any special if I can be replaced in a blank of an eye.

There will be lots of denial and lies but the end results will always be the same and with that is it worth dealing with.

An question I think I already know the answer too but, yet I am still around losing my mind all over again as if I am stuck in a loop and living my last days on earth in hell the place I wouldn’t wish on anyone.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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