by E. Lydia Day

I can remember a period of days
I didn't even want
To hear my name
I actually wanted
To give it away

For some reason
It no longer accented
Any resemblance of me
That I could see
Because I lost her
Somewhere outside
In the trees,
Along the way of this journey

To tell you the truth,
With my life
I wanted to do the same
To be done with it all
To be free
In all the ways possible
From this game
That had consumed me, gradually

For at least a decade
I heard people say
What is wrong with, you
Tried I did, to explain
The reasons for my pain
But when it came time
For me to say
I didn't think that they
Would understand anyway

Isolated by E. Lydia Day

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