Injustices
When I am feeling low, and something has gone wrong I drift away and find myself something to do, alone. Then you come and you ask me: what's wrong? Or: have I done something to upset you? And I am not ready to argue my case so I say nothing. And I get sadder when you say: alright. And I put the thing that went wrong I to my little box of injustices that eats away at my heart.
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