You Know, That Sort of Thing

This is what I sound like
driving down the road
holding a recording device
to my mouth
in the front of a car.
Telling myself
that I’ve lost the part of me
that made me whole.
Whispering the things that
I can’t say to others.
Waiting
holding
hiding
being someone I’m not
you know
that sort of thing.

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