Projection
I'm tired of feeling
These iron rods within my chest
Heavy by the things you say
Regardless of your intent
My optimism is
Straggling against
The splintered sawdust
That manifests
Thrown-up words
From down below
I taste the raw disgust
Daring to survive
Long enough
For this punishment
To scatter anywhere
Without my body
As its uncharted cave
To dwell
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