I Want Me In My Life

But I’m not sure who I am anymore.

Am I really this unfeeling?

Or is it just an act?

Self preservation?

Evolution?

Regurgitation?

Indignation?

Subjugation?

In summation–I…,

I guess

I care

Not.

Not to ponder.

Not to react–add,

Or subtract.

If it’s blatantly

Stabbing me,

I am too numb

Or tired

Or intoxicated

To feel

To care

To contemplate

This person

Of my life.

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