Clearing

day after day, 
the effort poured out, 
like water into sand. 
 
I measure the minutes, this time I have its the end of me ,
How I built up so many enemies
Garenreed their await ness
For the time for me to go checked as
the tasks completed, 
Dead man walking 
the invisible mountains moved, 
the quietness that any of them don't see
my mind a constant loop of planning, 
to build something solid. 
 

This worsening 
silence hangs 
a judgment unspoken, 
a measure I don't have time for
A decade of this abuse
How could anything change me I've installed since I was born go flaws really I do have fun with address them and communicate whatever this is is beyond me and it's already over with what this is and the question is
Why this strange blindness? Stonewalling
Do they not see who I used to be now folding just to get an answer
the consistent pulse of my being here? 
It feels like shouting underwater, 
the sound muffled, 
the urgency lost in the deep indifference.
heavy, unearned. Shit you got me fucked up does anybody know how to run background check anybody over a decade not a single one of you has done a background check on me look
This frustration, dull all at once,  between what I give 
and what is reflected back. This do in it to yourself
Maybe funny to you that humanity in it you're scumbag seems to be a foreign language spoken where only one dialect is known. Myself is always who hears what I'm saying self talk I was self-taught
And unappreciated appreciate you for you being you every individual that's here in this world hate me or love me thank you you are who built my character that is me Mike g.
Perhaps it is time to stop validation not needed clearing not needed I'm here butcher middle don't mind keeps killing off the humanities of us what builds us as individuals each other is obvious that you not like yourself cuz just really knocking the other person you losing yourself reaching 
for the the  just 

The air in this space feels thin, 
Fuck y'all's aregense 
Wasn't looking for acknowledgment or try to put out there look at me I'm this or on that I'm just me 
I is is who that waits with in the wings, 
Now
Is it a difficult, it is necessary clearing of the self 

To state the facts simply, calmly, 
like laying down tools at the end of a shift. 
My contributions mapped, visible, 
not as a complaint, but as clarity. 
But even that attempt feels fragile, 
subject to the whims of another's day, 
their own unseen battles. 
 
So, the pivot inward. 
The Let Them theory takes root, a quiet philosophy. 
Their seeing, or not seeing, 
is not mine to command. 
I release the need for their applause. 
I unchain my spirit from their applause meter. 
 
Focus only on the sun I can control, 
the warmth of my own intention. 
The action itself, clean and whole, 
a private fulfillment. 
Did I do my best work today? 
Yes. 
That answers the deepest question. 
 
Let the outside noise fade to static. 
Let the perceived slight dissolve. 
There remains the shape of the

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