Elsewhere

Everyone else around me

They’re better conversationalists

They’re better on the fly, making appropriate anecdotes

They laugh when it’s right, support

when it’s not

They get it, you feel me?

They get it

And I spend my days and nights comparing myself to them

And I know why I can’t do it, but I ask myself anyway

Saying it won’t change it, but I bring my heart a morsel of solace in the process

I never knew how such an empty heart could feel so full, but there’s no tears left to cry

Dry heaves and lines I can’t stop writing

empty ultimatums and tries at being like you

I’ve come full circle, yet still haven’t stopped

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