I seem to have this problem.
clinging to the legality
of how we treat one another
an appeal to the rules
a cold replacement for love
so sacrosanct
yet so often violated
In conflict with others
I always have a part
Easier to peer
through a cracked window
mutter out of earshot
About the wrongness of others
Facing rather the pane of glass
Than the pain of the mirror
Though they show the same picture
When I reach that last blind alley
I shall finally have to face myself
and make peace
with the rest of the world
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