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You Don't Wan't To Know

You Don't Want To Know

TF Roundy
September 2018

you treated him like a stranger

you acted like he was a danger

then suddenly you think of him and never me

how hard do you think that is to believe?

ever wonder wonder what your own husband 

thinks when you're thinking about mine

believe me, you don't want to know

my mouth cannot speak love

and hate at the same time

but I won't sit silently

while you want what is mine

tfr
2018

Tragically Tortured A Digital Story of Poetry by Trina Roundy

The Lie

The Lie

The lie feels so good while you’re lying it 

You’ve not nothing for sale, but I’m buying it 

The smoke blows a veil 

Over my eyes so I fail to define it….  

Over the years 

It’s become more and more clear 

That standing next to you  

I disappear 

Just remember that I’ll still be here 

When the curtain goes down 

If I don’t believe in what I can’t see… 

Then how do I believe you love me? 

theUntreated Depressionista

the Untreated Depressionista 

The minute you’re born 

You sign a contract to die 

The minute you speak 

You sign a contract to lie 

The minute you love 

You sign a contract to cry 

The Untreated Depressionista 

Feels so bad but looks so good 

The Untreated Depressionista 

Does everything that you think she should 

The Untreated Depressionista 

Tragically Tortured Hippie Chick – Makin’ it hip to be sick 

Self medication 

Zen meditation 

On a journey to find myself, ha 

Need a vacation 

Hyperventilation  

Don’t you worry about my mental health 

Stop go 

Fast slow 

Up down 

Spin around 

Hurray up and fuckin’ wait 

I think I’m gonna suffocate 

The Untreated Depressionista 

Tragically Tortured Hippie Chick – Makin’ it hip to be sick