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A thousand different ways of saying 
'get lost',  and 'leave me alone.' 

Perfect voices who refuse to acknowledge 
their humanity. These are what surround me. 

Judging my intentions. Insisting that changes 
to the mould must come from me. 

Keeping watch like snakes coiled on 
a desert rock. Attentive only to 
the announcements which are issued 
from time to time. 

Brave words from a heart so very afraid. 

Tension. It is the only mantra I conceive. 

Isolating desires beneath a million 
layers of defensive walls. 

'Watch out! ' 

I muster the courage to demand 
this warning. 

'The plastic minded drivel of perfection 
is always on the move.' 

They pain themselves into pictures 
where they have 
no business being. 

Summoning words of 
self congratulations. 

I fail by their standards. 
I do not make the grade. 

Verbal games that seemingly 
never stop. 

I am my own enemy. 
I am my own code of honour. 

The trapped minds that functions 
with and within me are 
illusionary beacons of distress.