Glimpse of Frustration
“Hypocrite!” I scream silently.
I smother the voices in my head
With a decorative pillow,
All lace and ribbons and frills.
I feel so alone, so broken.
And I am out of duct tape.
Everyone is broken today.
Some just wear it well.
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