trashcan Ma Rene
I'm I
this
feel just like
Your forced However,
And
way you
of the
tired
I
try to
treat
me.
your trashcan.
can't help but
me
keep
me how much I mean to you. notice how you place me in a corner
you
tears fall as
there
tell
—weighted down—
full to the
With your fake smiles, and all-about-you stories. I'm forgotten, unless there is burden you want me
Or
I
somehow
steal
brim
to bear,
your limelight.
I'm self-conscious of the embittered stench That permeates I
try to
bury
Yet, every time I
my
how 1
opinion of you.
burnt trust
become crammed
I
feel.
you again,
full
of crumpled up,
Backstabbing quotes you've thrown
How
do
When It is
I
know
at
me.
what's true,
I'm just your trashcan
hard to uncover the truth
full
of garbage?
when you're searching through
6 southern
trash.
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