played

played
i hate the double standard
you drive between us
three inches of plexiglass

you over analyze me
ironically, cruelly complaining
because i am happy a dream was only a dream
that i over analyze

i want to scream
it is not fair
can’t you, mr. self-aware
see what you did there?

and i hate to think
if i played you
like you play me
what you would think

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About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. My most recent completed endeavor was finishing BA's in Religious Studies and American Studies. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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