Perhaps she should move on this time.

But she simply cannot sympathize.

She struggles with letting go of the past.

There’s poison in her spirit

And fire on her tongue.

She abandoned herself for them.

Gave up her petty grievances to belong.

Perhaps they were right.

She should’ve known—subtlety is not her strength.

Not when it leaves thoughts open to interpretation.

Reality shatters her existence,

Confuses her life with duality.

It’s all Be you, Booboo.

But also Go screw yourself too.

And she wishes it were actually all that easy.

But meet her in another world

One so different than this one

And she’ll gladly show you

Who “she” is apart from everyone

The one these 120 words failed to convey.