Sitting there,
Enjoying the tea in the sunlight.
Laughing like a hyena,
About the silly and weird jokes.
Standing at the staircase,
Waiting, waiting and waiting,
for a response to my wailing.
But no answer came to me.
I lay down there,
Wishing I lived on that couch,
Watching television and sipping juice.
Laughing, living and crying,
That is what forms who I am,
ME.
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