Ridding Myself
Drown out all the pain
Of people on the brain
They’ll become but a haze
In my memory maze
Burn out all the fear
That my end is near
Then I won’t worry
That people will have the burden of me to bury
Freeze out all the cries
That what I say isn’t lies
Maybe then they’ll trust
That what I say is just
Cut out all the despair
At my atrocious social fear
Maybe then I will suffice
Wouldn’t that lie be nice
This poem is about:
Me
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