Written May 25, 2010

are the lights coming on?
is the sun coming out?
anything to fill my spirit.

i’m plotting again.
i’m afraid:
	they’ll look through me.
	they’ll know i’m lying.

i just want to run away,
to where they won’t know
i’m failing.

i know this isn’t okay.
i know, okay?
i can’t help—

anything so that
will have to ask
the question
i fear i will deny.

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