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Submitted: July 08, 2018

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Submitted: July 08, 2018



I'm the up-setter in this house,

The only one my family creeps about.

I'm upsetting the way that things were.

I'm making my own statements but am deterred.

I'm the awkward one around,

Never fully fitting in.

I'm the reason people are uncomfortable.

Like this stanza with no rhyme.

I'm a “wallflower”,

Pretty to look at from afar.

But don't get too close;

You might see my inner is scarred.

I'm the upset up-setter, forever bringing myself up to set myself back down, but oh, none too gently.

I collapse all in one place like that too tight dress you made me wear.

I crumble like that girl who’s relations are all teared.

And I think I want to shed the skin of hatred of my own self as a snake sheds its skin;


But what good is Alone when you can't love yourself?

What good is it to be the giant foot stomping out your own hopes and dreams?

I can't rid myself of this deplorable state I'm in,

So I sit and I wait while scratching off my skin.

I can't feel better when all I've known is that “it was just a joke” but it's no laughing matter to me.

Can't you see?

Can't you see you laughing at me is destroying what was left of my will to fight or flee?

I'm the “upset”

I'm the “up-setter”

i'm so upset.

Stuck in a place that make me upset;



All while they’re laughing.

© Copyright 2018 T. M. McGlone. All rights reserved.

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