I roll my eyes
Let out an exhausted sigh
And say"You don't know me.
You don't own me."For once this voice is silenced
A temporary quiet
It always has a rebuttal
I give it more power
I let it control
I am me no more
And when I return
My mind is burned
With embarrassment
I'm so immature
Overdramatic
It's a disease without a cure
But I'll return once more
With a new tactic
I'll focus on other things
And remember me
It may be embarrassing
But that's a part of life
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Just A Dream?
PoetryPoetry from a junior, but with a snazzier title and an illustrated cover.