...I carried white lies so far they changed
colors, I held tantrums in my pocket
a long time, before I actually threw them.
I was born with dynamite in my chest.
Some days I wish the real me would would stand up
and shout table for ten, por favor!
I'm an emotional cripple, putting
his best crutch forward. My heart is a child
clutching his breath underwater. I know
these buttons don't control anything
but I push them anyway and pretend.
I'm a card carrying member of a canceled party...
-Jeffrey McDaniel
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