I don’t miss people,
it’s as simple as that.
Missing hurts, missing is long.
I don’t want that.
Friends, family, miles and miles away.
When we get the chance to visit,
they always say they missed me
and I say I missed them.
But my deceit tears me up inside,
guilt brewing within me,
clenching my throat and squeezing my heart,
but honesty is worse.
When I say nothing or speak only truth
shame takes root, growing,
anxiety and panic taking control.
It’s better to lie.
I don’t miss people,
it’s as simple as that.
Missing hurts, missing is long.
I don’t want that.
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