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I think that this lack of 
concentration stems from the 
fact that I may be going
crazier than any of us believe...
and I think that this foreign 
form of social contact, 
office politics, and hypocrisy
work like a disease that no one can 
escape from, 
especially not me.

This demand that I surrender
the words that I would never
let escape from this mouth
void of any conscience, I could 
tell you how it is for me
and you would never want to know-
I could tell you stories about 
everything that makes me, breaks me
everything that causes me to 
look away...

I could talk about eight hour days
and anger peaking at boredoms decline
and all the times that I would have
come to you with complaints
but never made it past the end of 
this lonely aisle...
I could talk about waking up 
and realizing I forgot to sleep at all
because I was too busy worrying 
if I would still wake up tomorrow
and be in the same life...

but what difference would it make?
I would just resign myself 
to another day of keeping my 
mouth shut, and learning to enjoy
the pain I feel- like I'm not here at all...
I would smile, this look, a reformation
of the processes that make 
me want to kick and scream...
but that's just the sound I make, 
another spirit lost...
as someone walks all over me.