PT2: Stitch_Stitch_Stitch

 



Being called the dumbest

Meant I’d be payed more attention 

From those whose attention I should retain 


More attention ? 

Not good. 


Means less time in 

Doldol dreams 

And Lala land. 


Henceforth 

I shall be considered 

As an organism for study. 

Subjected to the lights 

And powerful lens of a magnifying glass.


Before long 

At just times 2 power 

They might just realize how broken I was 


How will I survive such scrutiny? 

How will they comprehend what they find ?


All I see in doldol land now is 

A giant threaded needle 

All I hear in Lala land is 

Stitch stitch stitch 

Rending the carefully patched fabrics of my mind.


What secret do these rends hold? 


Ifedolapo 

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