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An alto on the inside

 Still plagued by the demons, or were they?

How common you can't tell without comparison. Crossed the boundaries not set by professionals, who could tell, who to kid? Poetry was an excuse born out of despair, justifying lost time and control. Had nights out this evening but decided to stay in. Just took a psychological beating like a girl just and you start to wonder if im supposed to be a guy who just finished teenhood and ocs. All the pent up rage of others and myself especially all the free time... And the dirty toilet led me to the only reasonable action i could take with 2 hrs of spare admin time - clean the toilet with music playing. I can testify it was really annoying havin lost my iphone playlist so i just went for an album - paramore's epogynous one. I had a lot of weird looks from fellow cadets who stayed back and i have to be honest i wasnt sure how to answer the whys. Trying to play hero? Trying to book out earlier with less cleaning to do? (Not like they bother) or is washing the toilet somehow therapeutic...?

Stumbled
Stumbled across 
Laden with debt 
Shadow leading 
Spirit in step 

Across the room
Guilty in dark 
Wandering anxiety 
Biting erratically 

Cant swallow down 
The pills of pride 
Instead i hide 
Bittering my stride 

 Afraid to admit
 Eager to write 
Wanting honesty 
Found wanting myself