Caught Mother throwing out some of my old stuff today, among them was an ancient soggy notebook from my old work. Like anything of mine from that era it has a few poems in it, here's one.
Frustration, it's like some dirty word
When unhappy, be unheard.
You frown, so be alone
I will not call you on your phone
Do run, do hide, you do not fit
So find a rock and hide under't
You can not see the life I see now
Your dreams are not the same.
Why should I listen when you are so to blame.
My happiness is fragile
One moment and I could be you.
So keep your distance please
It's worse than any flu or disease
I'm really quite frightened, please
I want to help you but can not
You see, you remember,
What I forgot.
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