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The genius disease

She said I wasn’t well,

But I felt fine. 

I just need to get this part out,

These words swirling in my mind. 

Why wasn’t she listening,

I need her to hear,

To understand. 


My tongue ready at the trigger,

Please just let me say these last few words,

I need them off my chest,

No, these are different words this time,

You don’t understand it’s not the same thing over again.  


I need you to hear me,

I don’t want your reaction,

Yes it matters but I can’t consume,

Please you aren’t hearing me,

Please you don’t understand. 


I’m up at night again,

My focus isn’t there,

It isn’t anywhere,

But on this one thing.

I’m all in,

But only on the words I need to say.


The road ahead I cannot see,

I can only stay right here at this part,

I don’t want to stay here,

I know there’s so much good around us,

But I have to,

They don’t matter right now,

Only my thoughts matters so fucking much,

You don’t understand,

Please, we must stay,

Are you still there.

– scob

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