flat headed sensibilities
a hammer for a head,
scissors for hands.
ripping you apart...
cutting you down,
tapping you into a place
just below feeling human.
found on every corner,
in every classroom,
in every job you'll ever have.
automatically swung when starving for plates of attention,
ever wanting to be a nail holding something into place.
disorder in their insecurity,
fed but never full.
NB @ 11:04 AM
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