MindOfAWoman
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I hate being around people.
I hate being alone.
I hate everybody and everything.
But please don't let me go.
I'm traped in my head.
Stuck in my day-dreams
Art made from my soul down to my hands.
Changing the world without any fans.
It doesn't need to be on a canvas to see
The beautiful work people create for you and me.
To the young creature,
jumpy "you don't know nothing" on her street,
sedated "can somebody please buy me something to eat?" in the subway,
and her name repeated on a recursive loop at day
My thoughts are as many as shells on the shore,
Their topics diverse as the shells’ shape and form;
Constancy of motion is ever necessary
Even when my body has remained stationary.
