Anger burns inside
while the older I grow
the easier it is to say goodbye
with each annoyance
my attachment lessens
tempting it is to keep on driving
past the exit
Instead I go to my park and swing
thinking about how different things turned out
as a little girl I imagined my life would be so grand
The reality is EXTRA ordinary
although there are nights
when the darkness wraps about me
on those nights I miss the beach
and relish the fact that I am alone
because alone
I am not held back
forced to face the demons
no arms to catch my fall
damning the "fomas" I was told as a child
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