Circle

Your compliments are just a blow to the head
How can something meant to be postive fill me with dread
Holding onto all these feelings it's resentment
Bottling it all up is containment
Hoping it would just go away is derangement
Knowing it's only here to stay is engagement
Never going towards the best for myself is abandonment
Changing my way of existing is an amendment

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