We aren’t safe to argue last
In a group of “to be’s”
The opinionated girls
Get worked up
Needled for hours
And holding back
For hours.
And when the judge,
Honored or haughty,
Calls your case,
Only to lead you,
Hands and feet tied,
To a firing line of questions,
Where only the mouth can run,
It runs with passion,
Seeing the hopelessness
And moving anyway.
I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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SickyBeat
great. this rocks
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This was me at Oral arguments today. .
Ugh
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