Left Out

A Testament of Offense

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The grip of insanity clings tight

Refusing to let go

Like a wolf with no pack

To help escape a mortal blow

I am not enough

Like scrapped literature

Crumbled on the floor

The crinkles on my body aren’t visible

But their palpable nature is hard to ignore

My punishment is a crime against my testament

An acceptance I’m told

I try to “just be”

But it will never be enough

Another story that’s always told

I guess

It’s a fate I have to accept

Hiding tears behind cheery eyes

So others shall remain ignorant

To the fact that I have wept