This Isn’t About Me


Ruined dreams of what could be.
Restless nights of nary any sleep.
Reasons, opinions she couldn't keep.
Running, she ran, in too deep.
Regressing, I wouldn't know. This isn't about me.

Ruthless words transfer pain and hurt.
Real desperation, a way to get out.
Rendering in a sense of doubt.
Retreating to a safer route.
Regressing, I wouldn't know. This isn't about me.

Run and hide, away from home.
Roping in anxiety and depression.
Reading into the belligerent oppression,
Reeling in, she's learned her lesson.
Regressing, I wouldn't know. This isn't about me.

Reality gone, hiding alone,
Reaction, reacting, emotion is lost.
Ranking above, choosing her to exhaust.
Risking her being, as she was the cost.
Regressing, I wouldn't know. This isn't about me.

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