You

You’ve spent the last seven years
Trying to be the part
Not the person

Why?

You love to like
The need to leave but
Cannot face the need to be

Free.

So hope becomes the frailest fortress
Around the slightest of these vain things
That, elitist brother
feeds your pleasure

Breathe.

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