Most the Time

Most the time, I am arguing with my own self. My own mind.

Whether it’s the weather I’m complaining about, or another…within or spoken.

It is only my own thoughts and conclusions of the other.

The feelings and assumptions..I own them. Or maybe they own me?

Even my closet and dearest I see through a lens not yet lifted.

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