OVERLOADED
I’ve been guilty of
Indecent exposure…
Laid my cards naked
On the table for all
A suicidal kind of
Over-disclosure
Picture me the loose cannon
…with a lot of balls
I wish for once
To extinguish the flames
My head is fried;
My body’s burning
With shame
The lines used to define
The shape of things
Were never mine
How can I win?
I do not know the game
-Dallas Volk
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