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

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