Category: /General/Cutting corners
I may be unshackled
But I’m doing time.
Yet if the crisis averted
You’re still hell bent
On raising instead
Of exorcising past ghosts
While serving red herrings
In hopes you can declare
You despise the spotlight
But the wheel always seems to stop
On your number.
You seem incapable of forgiveness
Always some petty grievance
Pride yourself in full disclosure
Yet only what you choose to reveal
For the secrets burrow even deeper
As the madness continues
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