Alone in my rooms
hole in my soul
I cannot seal the break
I need what I cannot have
I have some of what I need
Stopping starting falling rising
over my head under the water
of my decisions or incisions
Keep talking smile while walking
hand out some change
practice honesty, fealty, compassion
skill levels, fairness, objectivity
air still whistles through the hole
feeling the weight of my failures
dragging my sense of entitlement
confusion about whether I deserve what
I got
feeling sorry for myself isn't helping
but it will do for now
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