None of That Matters

You feel the weight of all those words 
That said who you were meant to be:
But like a forest full of birds,
It fades into cacophony —

For you are you, and that’s enough
To live, to live, to feel, to hurt:
For expectations nourish none
But those who eat them for

Dessert

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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