"sasha"

social disapathy
curling its way thru your connective tissues
extinguishing lifelines
of friends and people to see..
you are shut in like the recluse.
you will fail whether
talented or talentless..
the unihibited are inhibiting you.
backwards, backwards you scale.
hushing all their consideration.
surrendering to the death of you.
this takes your tongue
this makes you lie
there are tears in the back of you
but that compulsion is the beast of you.
so you sit home alone.
not extending your doors to new vocations.
just sleeping inside yourself retaining dreams of you.
of days when you are constantly tired.
of days when you will be brave.
you sleep inside of yourself
knowing those dreams are mild lies
you use to pacify this senseless exisitence.
where you are nothing of yourself
where you extend nothing of yourself
where fear and embarassment corrode your neck
and leave your head slumped atop of your shoulders.
you want to go out on the street.
but cat's got your legs.
social disapathy.
inhibits every cell of you.

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