"The Cycle"

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They Ask me why I'm Distant,

Lost,

Depressed.

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They Question my Motives,

My Conditions,

My Outlooks.

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They catalogue my Melancholy,

My Feelings,

My Habits.

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They ask me why I'm Alone,

Or Silent,

Or Preoccupied;

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Why I'm afraid to Talk,

Or Smile,

Or Share;

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Why I try to wear a Mask,

Or Refuse to Trust,

Or Seem to Stare Obliquely.

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And then they insult my Poetry,

My Feelings,

My Standing,

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And I walk home to an Empty house Silent,

Sad,

Distant.

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And they Ask me why I'm Distant,

Lost,

Depressed.

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They Question my Motives.

My Conditions,

My Outlooks,

And the cycle continues.