My sociology class knows me well
studying suicide rates
in environments I'll never live in
never to touch their soil
I'd live in Russia though
or a similar
but also Russian country
under oppression
with seventy successes
out of every 100,000 people
and I feel I should be helping them
instead of writing stupid poetry
my feelings are a waste of space
I want to bury myself in work
close the windows
lock the doors
hide from everyone
those I can't say no to
urging me to run
escape those who remind me of myself
playing house with a cold
or cancer
buying a wig so all anyone knows
is that
something is wrong
never what
is wrong
my.
underlying.
issues.
do.
not.
concern.
you.
but I'd take help with symptoms
if that would be possible
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