Judgement fills the air
Hate follows with a bitter taste
I have felt this before
YOU have taken MY space before
In this life
And the last.
No more.
No more.
Now is MY time
Now is My space
For everything has burned.
The papers have been burned.
The feelings have been burned.
The respect has been burned.
The love has been burned.
You have burned me!
Have you no decency?
Am I supposed to live in a box my whole life?
Am I supposed to convert to the life that society expects?
What is freedom when we are forced to squeeze into unexpected norms?
No more. No more. No more.
I bound you from my space.
I bound your emotional vomit from entering my space
It is done.
I am done.
No more. No more. No more.
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Sadie Ansen
A writer working on self-discovery, improvement, slow living, and all the woo.
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