It's always hardest before the dawn
The not-knowing gnawing holes
In places not meant to be eaten
Like worms feasting, feasting
It's always darkest
When the sun is blinding
I've become a blackened silhouette
Casting shadows like spiderwebs
I'm such a drama queen
I laugh at myself
My inadequacies piling up
Like old newspapers by the door
Someday I'll be the crazy lady
Who yells at little kids
And whose children never come to call
But it's okay
It's the lot I've chosen
My choices, blatant
So I'll take the punishment
Stand in silence and wait...
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