I don’t live. I don’t have a life.
I exist. I breathe, but my world is rife
In the games of others, I can’t participate… It’s all too much emotional strife
I don’t seek, I just hide, hide with my fear, live with my shame.
I don’t jump rope, I think of swinging by it, a means to an end.
I don’t dodge the ball, I let others hit me with it, and I deserve to be struck
I am “it”. Always the one seeking others but never finding someone else to tag
I don’t hop scotch; I drink it in the hope of numbing myself to the pain I feel all the time
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