Anymore Poem by Amy Whittlesey

Anymore



I don’t want to be
your worn out mask
or haul your casket
anymore
you go your way
i’ll go mine
to find my own
for the very first time
and you won’t have
my place to hide
your
ugly self
which isn't mine
anymore

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