Microwave on High

Time is running out
They look at me like I’m worthless
This shade of existence that can’t be trusted
That shouldn’t be respected
I’m not who I used to be when this all started
I was strong and confident
Now I’m weak and fragile
The chair has shaken out from under me
I am no longer welcome into the crowd
I’m pushed aside
An after thought
Taken advantage of
Thrown away or used as a last resort
The tables have turned
The game has changed
The tides once flowing with me
Soft and cohesive
Now slam
Leaving bruises
This extreme and uncontrollable force
Human interaction is no longer safe


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