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You asked me why I am the way I am.

I gave you facts. Dates.

A spreadsheet of quantitative nothing.

To say the things I need to say

I can’t just out and say them

Because each word-

Is a new choice

Each choice I make

Leads to every step this text takes,

Walking this explanation farther away from what it was I was trying to tell you.

To get it? You would have to get me

Get to know the paranoia

And her twin sister fear

Comprehend that just because I sleep

Doesn’t mean I’ve gotten rest

See that when I can’t speak-

It’s because there are things that shouldn’t have to be confessed.

She’s fighting her demons, they say

And they fight beyond first blood

Blood of the lamb?

That little lamb was slaughtered

And Mary forced to eat the rack

And like that lamb I didn’t know

One day I would be attacked

And forced to answer all these questions

You couldn’t know not to ask.