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you don’t need to tame me, because i already am
flip the switch
snap your fingers
and I’ll come a-runnin’
it is my nature to silence myself
snuff out my light
so you shine bright
This toxic trait, a shield
a broken record, Damascus steel
in the miasma of
my personal failings,
a display of / my fractured identity.
The detonation of authority…
and I Crawl Into Myself Again
Muttering under your breath / gets under my skin / and I / cower.
The daily bouts of casual anger
Pepper a bruised mind
Struggled tensions girdled by youth
Normal is as normal does
if I knew what that meant.