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Repeat, Repeat, Repeat, Repeat, Repeat

Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat.

I do not understand why you persist and insist,

to change me and display me,

as if I was a deck of cards reused in a game you thought you had mastered.

You act like I'm a defect,

because each card you get is not the one you want.

You needed a king, now a two but then the king.

You act as if I'm the unpredictable one.

I have a pattern.

Left right, right, right, left, stop, down, right, up, down, back, back, back, stop, left right, right, right.

I am stable as a steel beam, but steel bends.

I should be as stationed as titanium, but I just do not comprehend.

When I go one way you stay still and yell from where you are "where am I going"?

I told you I'd be back in a moment, but you shouldn't wait.

I always take a while.

As if this is new.

I can't focus. What is this about?

Do you know the reason a muzzle is also a snout?

Wrong with me? There's nothing wrong with me.

My mind is what I crave to be and that is F-R-E-E.

Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat.

I do not understand why you persist and insist,

to change me and display me,

as if I was your lucky deck that lost it's wonder.

Maybe you'll occasionally pick me up, but you always wish for the old me.

You whisper secrets.

I know them all.

You're not very secretive and you caused my big mouth.

Why did you sleep with her?

Why did you say you loved him?

Why did you leave?

Why won't you come back?

Why why why why why why why?

I am a child in the backseat asking are we there yet.

I am the child in the back seat playing computer games on a family road trip.

I am the child who has a million questions and has ever only voiced twelve.

Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat.

I do not understand why you persist and insist,

to change me and display me,

as if showing off your new project when I am not new.

I am old and wonderful.

I am hyperactive and hyper focused.

I am interested and uninterested.

I am loud, obnoxious, absorbed, obsessed, happy, depressed, self-loathing...

But I am only what you have made me.