The Daily Grind


The beat moves me
It is only natural.
Innate.

Movement leads to laughter,
ridicule.
Movement is unfamiliar,
inferior.
Unsuitable.

The words don't sound the same
but it's language-
my language.
Ridicule.
Unacceptable.

The chatter builds-
I grow smaller and smaller.
But I am silent-
resignation.
I fade into the walls.
Undesirable.

Tolerance is achieved,
through withdrawal,
through assimilation,
Only.

I save myself for home.

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