Come on, tell me. I’m what to you?

I’m stuck
sitting here waiting for nothing
because nothing is exactly
what I can do.

I’m unfit
to drive, to work, to ride a bike
to connect to any ounce of freedom,
what I thought I could do.

I’m silent
the garage door opens
allowing someone to come in, freely
what I thought would be easy
to get along with.

I’m belligerent
this person doesn’t care
his arrogance
surpasses a common man’s, and that’s saying something
that’s all
I can do.


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