Like Me, Like Me-Devereaux Frazier

They never take it seriously. These depths, these dreams. It’s always a phase, always a period. They never believe me to be anything. These nightmares, these flashes. Somehow I’m see through to them. I can be picturesquely obscene one moment, only to be invisible the next. Somehow I mean nothing, but they harp on every word I say. If the water means more than the vase it’s kept in. I left home to be free of the drumbeat of an orchestra I never felt safe in, but these outsiders beat on my doors. Tell me they love me. Hope I’ll love them to. Everyone is just a lost heartbeat in a universe of sound. And if you don’t cry loud enough, you’ll stay lost. Forever. Like me. Like me.

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