I’m struggling you know, struggling with being me, timid little mouse that I am, forever nibbling at my nails until the blood runs and the pain soothes and the heart aches.
All I want is to be liked.
Frank at dVerse has us writing prose poetry and above is my contribution. I wasn’t going to enter as I am not quite sure what I think of prose poetry… however, when I was just about to move away from beloved PC, the word ‘struggling’ jumped out at me from some TV programme serving as a background noise, and well, my head became full of other words and so joining in I am!
Please know the words are not about me.
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