Prisoner

 

What am I doing
here?
I go home,
disappointed with an
all clear.
… What am I doing here?...
Meeting people's expectations;
laughing,
crying,
loving,
fighting,
hating,
fucking..
mostly
all the same person.
A missed chance..
Wouldn't it have been
some kind of beautiful
symmetry
if what fueled me
had done me in?