awash
[I] approach the tipping point
the straw that broke [my] back.
at a loss for words
expression has no expression, is not an expression
anymore.
the way [I] feel
when all the words - all the thoughts
aren't mine. aren't authentic. spoon-fed opinions.
thoughts, curated and created by [not me], but something Other:
"be something." "make something of yourself." "you are special, yes, but only as much as everyone else."
time to quit thinking
and just be.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world