I’m Sick

I’m Sick


I’m sick of my constant

Pride and my never-ending Prejudice


I’m sick of your lust

and your off, twisted desires


I’m sick of the bridges

we’ve built only to be destroyed by fires


I’m sick of living in fear

of your violence so I steer clear


I’m sick of running from you

You’re sick of my whining of you


Take a hint from my life,

and runaway too

M.L. Wright

I wrote this such a long time ago, I don’t even remember what I wrote it about.


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