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Biting the dust

and all that stuff,

for what it’s worth

I say, is enough.

Whirling around on this merry-go-round

has me feeling dizzy and sick

I need a solution quick.

Built up frustration

is through the roof.

To my acquaintances I seem aloof.

I stay to myself,

like being fixated on a shelf.

I must deny the urge,

the urge to isolate.

When things get rough

I need to get tough.

For too long now

I’ve allowed myself to be

backed into a corner.

I have had the thought

of moving to another country

and becoming a foreigner

where no one knows me,

then no one could judge me.

I would be free

to be myself without interruption,

or all the questions.

I could be alone

without all the suggestions.

I would then be able

to heal my emotions

and any other notions

that I may have

in my own way.

I would have the say.

Most do not understand

where I am coming from,

not even my mom.

I can’t let this beat me.

I will break free,

and things will be okay again,

but until then

I guess I will continue biting the dust

and all that stuff

until I am able to come out  tough.