Zywa
Yes, I am I
It's quiet down in the dumps
only echoes from my heart
repeating who I am
until my head acquiesces
in who I am, saying yes
time and time again
without giving me names
of Good, Bad, Less
and Indulgent
I have to get on
with my qualities
which I needed and
which only in the present tense
should be weighed
for what I am worth
I'm not going to drown myself
in sorrow and pain
which point to the culprits --
I'm hurt, that's all
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