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So tired of striving
It’s driving
Me mad
When you don’t see
I shout “I’m here, it’s me”
But you don’t see
Flogging frenzied activity
Is killing me
Fighting for every word
Wanting more than scraps left
For dogs
Wanting to be more than a cog
In someone else’s machine
Who will see me
For me?
I’m outside
Outside the circle
Looking in
Running to stand still
Here in the fringes
Treading, Striving
So tired.
So tired.
