I don’t feel that any of this is fine.
Your attitudes all stink. Yes, I said that.
You want me back on Prozac. I decline –
Which makes me "awkward". I’m the one you’ve spat
On time and time again. I’ve had enough.
Still, what is the use in my complaining?
The system’s unfair, sure – but that’s just tough.
Mind divert us with pretend "campaigning".
I just needed somebody to talk to.
It might be too late now. I am broken.
I was an inconvenience to you.
Would it have been so hard to have spoken
To me – as one human to another?
Talking might have helped me to recover.
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