“These Days”
By Ashley O’Hare
These days
I cannot decipher
the real from the fake.
When my heart is at stake,
the pressure is cranked up to eight.
Why try to get famous
when you hate the mirror?
Why turn to take the high road
when every choice is destined to fade into oblivion?
If the
sleepless nights,
growling stomach,
and bruises
add up to nothing–
why did I endure
years and years
of consistent suffering?
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