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YOU OBVIOUSLY DON'T DRIVE

You think it is easy.
You think it can be avoided and supressed.
You think life drives in one lane.
You don’t know what it feels like to feel this way.
To aim what you never thought you would.
For your mind to go one way and your heart beat the other.
You think you know.
You think you know me.
You think it is easy to learn your own you is not what you thought.
To feel the tingles looking in the wrong washroom sign.
To have to forget what they told you in order to find yourself.
To disown your own thought of who you think you were.
You think you know how cold it can be to find yourself alone,
stripped of not only people around you but people within you.
Of your own self. To have to walk the baby steps.
To have to learn what you were and are.
To worry of what ‘s to become of you.
You think it is comfortable being uncomfortable.
In your life. To your closest ones.
You think you know how hard it is to weigh.
Weight your friendships. Weight the people around you.
You think it is easy.
Knowing whatever you are might be worth nothing.
You think it is easy.
You think you know.
You don’t.
You don’t even dare.