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The Third Side




I am so lame 
and insane 
I give up my defenses 
and bruises 
yes, they eventually hurt 
when I say this to her 
this is what I fear 

when I walk the altar of hopelessness 
some amiable voice echoes 
and I am back to the non-detached me 
trying to relate 
with what is not me 

Dejection and humiliation are words 
with some men made meaning 
I don’t have words to say 
on what I feel 
In Finnish, the word is “nöyryytys”, 
for humiliation 
and it is just a word 
my soul shreds 
and you see it 

When I walk out in this  
smelting summer night 
with all these conflicting echoes 
all I hear is just noise 
the day I tear it apart 
It all becomes so vocally loud 

I thought she understood 
but that idea is  
so overrated 
shall I stay away from her? 
Is she there? 

I see the other side of her 
and that makes me see 
the third side of me 
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