
I tell her
I'm sorry I'm me
That doesn't sound like someone who's proud of their identity
To be honest I don't even know what it means anymore
It's definition lost in my repetition
Most phrases
When repeated
Can sound magical
Or mystical
Like a spell being cast
On an unsuspecting soul
Others
Like a prayer
Forced through the lips of begrudging choir boys
Who partake in the weekly act of repeating words they hold no meaning in. Or see any in at least.
I think I'm somewhere in between
I don't repeat to mystify
Enchant
Or obscure
And I definitely don't repeat begrudgingly
I think it's more of a self soothe
Or a self preserver
Letting her know
I know
That I feel like a lot
And that I'm sorry
And that I wish I was not
About the Creator
Sarah O'Grady
I like to play with words to escape reality. Or maybe to try and make sense of it.
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