Rebecca Springsteen Poems

The messages tell me sooner,

then my mind, it keeps on going low and lower.
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Why must he look at me that way?
Doesn't he know it's rude to stare?
I'm nothing special, so why do they stare?
Did I do something?
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The mountains are always high.
Laughing, I am so small to them.
They look down on me with disgust.
Rolling their eyes as I build my way up.
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I stop to think every once in awhile.
I wish I wouldn't.
You wonder why I don't have many friends.
Why, I block everyone out.
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I do not weep for people,
I cannot be in their shoes,
I cannot make it go away,
I cannot hold you up,
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Don't sit there and weep.
I don't sit in the ground asleep.
I already did my blow,
so don't put your face in the snow.
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She's finally gone.
I mean I should be happy
for her. Right?
Even when she would come up to me and
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I can't tell if there is suffering,

I can't keep the dates and records
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They are everywhere, the mask.

They make me want to scream, but he loves
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She doesn't know how to overcome.
She just watches her own life,
slip away into the past.
The children made her ride their voyages,
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