I’m wrong-

it’s all I’ve ever heard,

from the world-

I am wrong.

Not to be trusted or counted on,

the weight of expectation

bearing down;

a frowning colleague, a fuming boss,

a judgmental friend, a lover

who seldom listens-

I am wrong.

the most eclectic of fairy tales,

I’ve come to believe them-

to question myself-

pandering for love they so

grudgingly part with-

So called ‘life’-

and all there is to it.

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