Why do I surround myself by material people?

Why do I try to fit myself in,

when I am from an entirely different puzzle.


Why am I blamed for my trapped thoughts,

while they look over me with pointed eyes

And chew on my despair.

I consume my own mind

You consume my utter defeat.


Left of me is little

For I have been devoured by the outside. 

I was accustomed to giving

And even then still being taken.


Because where I only have so much, 

the hungered know no limit.


And I allow myself,

to be a portion of their consumption.

And I blame myself,

for handing them the tools needed to consume me.

This poem is about: 
My community


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