The Spiral Poem by Meredith Marie

The Spiral



And these things I start,
These petty little wars,
[I don't try. I swear I don't try.]
Are pulling me
Down
DOWN
down
into an endless spiral
of depression
of happiness
of hate
of love
But I don't try to make you cry
As your tears sting my cheeks.

I don't even know
Who I am
and I can't even guess at
What I'll be.

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