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Get Out Of My Way
Chances for success,
not gone.
Peace of mind, still achievable.
True love, still waiting in the wings.
What prevents these
heartfelt fantasies
from becoming
tangible realities?
Under whose thumb
am I opressed?
Someone who, ostensibly
knows me best.
One who constantly
pierces me
with arrows of insecurity.
Convinces me
that no one could
ever truly love me
with my life
in such a mess.
Tells me when
I see my reflection
that mirrors don't lie.
You'll never be
fit, or handsome, or
alluring enough
to catch a lover's eye.
Who is this malevolent foe
who rains blows
of degradation
upon my weakened back?
It is, of course,
my wretched self.
The only malefactor
keeping this good man low
The very fellow
professing to love me
even head to toe.
not gone.
Peace of mind, still achievable.
True love, still waiting in the wings.
What prevents these
heartfelt fantasies
from becoming
tangible realities?
Under whose thumb
am I opressed?
Someone who, ostensibly
knows me best.
One who constantly
pierces me
with arrows of insecurity.
Convinces me
that no one could
ever truly love me
with my life
in such a mess.
Tells me when
I see my reflection
that mirrors don't lie.
You'll never be
fit, or handsome, or
alluring enough
to catch a lover's eye.
Who is this malevolent foe
who rains blows
of degradation
upon my weakened back?
It is, of course,
my wretched self.
The only malefactor
keeping this good man low
The very fellow
professing to love me
even head to toe.
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