It’s Complicated

When she said that she wished
The ground would swallow her up,
It was not embarrassment that drove her.
Not self-pity or shame.
It was pure self-hatred.

Never had she wished it more than now.
If there were an easy way to disappear,
To leave no trace that she’d been here,
She’d surely take it.
Her relationship with life was…
Complicated.

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3 Responses to It’s Complicated

  1. Yu/stan/kema says:

    Good writing, Pooky.

    Like

  2. jfb57 says:

    Such a simple word to express such a complicated situation!

    Like

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