Season Change Approaching

She yells until paint looks dull

I’m supposed to act a certain way

Accepting of things I don’t understand

Without question

This here ain’t no two way street and I get it

Cramped into a cube is me

Still thirsting for solitude for redemption, for reset

What do I get

Bag full of metal nail complaints…

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