Being someone you never intended to be
is exhausting as much as it reeks--
absurdity comes to mind
the unwanted energy expelled to perform
someone else's will grabs onto your body
like an impending disease battling acceptance
You were compelled to hasten to the unknown
a rotund field, a massive enough pie for everyone to feast
but then you realize you don't like pie
in fact, it's not just the flavor you've developed an
but the whole idea of glazed apples shielded by a coat
of golden crust repulses you!
Why then, after this discovery, do you resume this
outlandish crowd-pleasing ritual? Why can't you
flaunt key lime or dabble in blueberries?
Soon this nauseatingly bland excuse for a contest
comes to a halt
only, unlike the rest of them, you're still empty
not slightly hungry or teased
they lick the succulent glaze off their lips
while you reach for a breat of air, desperately hoping
no one notices
When will you create your escape?
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