September 30, 2010
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You think you can fix me
Make me all better
Pour soothing words into
A china cup and spill it
Down my esophagus
Because tea
Always helps the sick,
Except the tea is cold and
It only chills my throat,
Leaves bitterness
In my mouth.
Your silken phrases
Burn me into higher fevers
Then drag me down in a
Rainy fatigue that I’ve tried
To block out of my life.
Those memories that I do
NOT want to remember
You seem to think will heal me.
You tell me they will heal me.
Listen to me when I say
Your formulations though
Inspirational and fit to print
And frame
Are viruses that imitate
Better things,
You only make me sicker.

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HereSheIsThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Apr. 1 at 2:18 pm
Woah that poem is awesome. "Silken phrases burn me into higher fevers then drag me down in a rainy fatigue" and "your formulations though fit to print and frame are viruses" are my favorites, but it's all powerful imagery that makesbthe reader feel the anger and exhaustion of a recipient of pity
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