Freeing Myself - Poem by Maya Took
Every time it rises anew,
The will of freeing myself from you
To runaway, to flee, to rush
But every time, I hush.
You use me every time anew,
Unable to see me, too!
As a person and a friend,
I want to bring it to an end.
To myself I say with Pride,
I shall cast you aside,
This contact with you only harms,
Though still, sometimes you do charm.
In my heart I always say
Without you, I shall be *Gay!
But in practice this is true:
Don't know why,
Still in touch with you.
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