Snapped

Determined, I'm driving, steadfast resolve squaring my pose.

Is that the rain, or tears? Does it matter? Who Knows?

Staying forever means killing my deepest self; does it matter who goes?

Tomorrow they'll talk, my cover's blown, though it's not what I chose,

Riding's not running, no longer hiding, now my misery shows.

Anxious accumulation, thrifty reuse, mending worn clothes

Coupons and clearance, make-do's and go-without's; all decompose.

Those best efforts were useless, time passed swallowed by creeping shadows.

Ineffective wishes, unborn hopes, my strangled dreams died in silent death throes.

Once bent to his wishes, asleep to myself, allowing his will to superimpose

Now myself, now awake, no more play, no more past, now my time, just my tomorrows.

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