Reading my own poems
Often feels as awkward
As hearing my own voice
Is it strange to be so unfamiliar
With myself?
Do the words belong to me
Just because I string them along
On a page
Or am I borrowing from the world
On how to say
What I say
After I pen this I won’t read it
For a while anyway
To call it, remorseful?
Isn’t it strange

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