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Broken Strings

I feel like I’m choking.
my life bound tight to the point of breaking
trying to tune it, to make it sound right when all I am doing is
 
just making things worse
 
Attempting to rehearse my carefully put together lines
as if avoiding looking into your eyes will hide how I truly feel
you are slowly winding me tighter
and tighter
and tighter....
until I can't breathe.
 
Keep trying to make me sound like that perfect little girl you used to know
"Yes Ma’am", "No Ma’am", "Where do I have to go?"
you’ve made it to where I feel all alone...
I fear that anyone who tries to hold me will get
lashed out at,
the tension you put on is to great,
snapped back at,
 
By karma? What is karma?
By God, a person I used to know
by gods, goddesses, I am tossed to and fro
by tireless tides that find humor in throwing me to the shore
a broken guitar string
winding tighter, tighter, tighter
 
a broken guitar string
 
that now lays on the floor

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