Another Poem

She laughs and says
I'd better not buy those jeans
If I still want anyone
To talk to me

She instructs me not to be mad,
I would be so lost without her
And she is right
We both know that I am....
A little different

I have no words
But still, somehow
I feel conned

I know that it's a sham
To infect me with negativity
Over something I'd adored
And then turn around
To frame the insult as a kindness,

We all just want
to feel

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