Devalued. – Harley Reborn

I miss the days where it wasn’t so easy

To up and run away

Where serious things were met

With responsible responses

No matter how much someone might

Want to forget

Maybe it was the invention of caller ID

Or perhaps answering machines

Pagers beep beep

Or maybe it’s just me

Maybe I need to stay locked up

Do a better job of hiding my keys

Cuz what he did was fucked up

And should have incinerated my feelings

But the real thing that’s fucked up

Is the slight feeling of numbness

Dulling the pain and keeping me at peace

Cuz after all when you think about it

He’s just another person who has

Chosen to devalue me

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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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