The Essence Of Who I Am

It eats me up until i choke it out undeserving 

And leaves me always starving 

It haunts me until i try to make friends with the ghosts 

Just to find out that i’m the ghost most

It keeps me quiet and shy

Even though without friends i just want to die 

It leaves my head spinning 

So that i always feel like i’m falling

Or failing 

Or feeling

Poetry shouldnt exist 

I would rather be doing anything else 

M.A.P

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