The Worst Thing

The worst thing about your favorite sweater:

You wear it alll the time, it stays the same size as you keep growing

And no matter how much you try to stretch it out, 

it doesn't work. 

 

There comes a day when you have to rip the sweater off,

because it begins to suffocate you.

 

You try to take it off as nicely as possible so

that maybe someone else could love it as much as you,

but instead it begins to unravel before you.

 

And now, here I am.

Unraveled in front of you,

Trying to give you what you need to fix me and 

Make me fit again, but you won't.

 

You've already found a new sweater to wear. 

This poem is about: 
Me
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