Life

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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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