Music Pie

It seemed like only yesterday
But my troubles never went away
And instead all I ever get
Is to face the music.

And I tell myself,
This is not the way
It’s supposed to be,
That there doesn’t need to be
This constant competition,
This deep yearning
To feel seen,
To be acknowledged.

And yet when push comes to shove
I don’t believe it,
And so this is how the world ends,
Not with a bang,
But a soft whimpering.

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