Expectations

I sit, sifting through remnants; recollections of particular pain.

Ancient words dust off patterns of retreat.

I feel a shadow lurking in the corner.

And the problem is

Never what I'm feeling

But rather what I think.

Manipulate my marionette,

Condescend my ragdoll body.

I don't know how to want things,

I've learned to never need anything.

So I think I have a solution that'll keep the status quo,

I'll sink below and watch the unburdened.

I've always been an effigy taunting fires,

I'll burn down the village if it wasn't built right,

All too often left inside.

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Goodbye