i do not believe
in myself,
which makes
being myself
living my self
frustratingly sad.
another hour passes
here in the company
of this person
i don’t think i like
very much,
and yet, i wonder
if in this hour
we might find a way
to connect.
these awkward silences
hurt & scar,
so much pain
with so little going on.
a bit of kindness,
i am told,
can work miracles;
and my response is,
have you even met
this loser?
which brings up
the question of blame
and before you know it,
another hour
another day
another lifetime
passes away,
here in the company
of this person
i don’t believe in,
with no other option
but to sit
and look
for that little something
that isn’t

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