I’m Guarded, and I Hate it

Yesterday was the last day of school for a few weeks. I went out with all my coworkers. They call themselves family because that is what they are to each other. They are close. They are connected. Then there’s me. Still slightly on the outside. It’s not their fault. It is really mine. I don’t… Continue reading I’m Guarded, and I Hate it

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The Ones

Maybe that’s why I like the ones The ones who are up to no good The ones that are a little broken The non-committal ones The ones you can never read The ones you need to fix But you know will never change How much has shame and guilt devoured me To make me feel… Continue reading The Ones