A grown woman
To the world
Repeating the words
“I don’t want to”,

Because a grown woman
To herself
She is not,

But rather a child
In a large body
That carries
Large expectations with it.

And she gazes
At the pile of life before her
And ignores it altogether

Saying aloud
“I don’t want to.”
“I hate it.”

And she tries
To cry
To wash it all away
But her tears don’t come
When she calls,

So she keeps repeating
“I don’t want to.”
“I don’t want to.”

And she wonders
What is wrong
With herself,

And why
No matter how much
She wants it to,
The pile in front of her
Never goes away.


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