Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
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These feelings are like ants,
Crawling up and down my arms
And I soon wish to be an ant.
I carry the weight of depression
Upon my shoulders, trudge forth
Like I have a job to do, so I may
Very well be an ant already.
I feel as though my presence
Warrants a shoe to come down upon me,
Smashing me into a smear on the sidewalk.
As I work for some higher power,
Day in and day out, I question my worth.
The farm would continue if I were
Squashed out of existence.
And yet, with that knowledge,
I try to work harder.
I walk a little faster, and carry heavier things,
In order to keep this world moving.
I will be an ant, and carry my own worth
Upon my fragile body.
9-28-11
Crawling up and down my arms
And I soon wish to be an ant.
I carry the weight of depression
Upon my shoulders, trudge forth
Like I have a job to do, so I may
Very well be an ant already.
I feel as though my presence
Warrants a shoe to come down upon me,
Smashing me into a smear on the sidewalk.
As I work for some higher power,
Day in and day out, I question my worth.
The farm would continue if I were
Squashed out of existence.
And yet, with that knowledge,
I try to work harder.
I walk a little faster, and carry heavier things,
In order to keep this world moving.
I will be an ant, and carry my own worth
Upon my fragile body.
9-28-11
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