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January 5, 2013

Lonely Child Syndrome. ~ Alyssa Nicole Spungen

I’m sad, she says, beneath her ability to speak.

I’m feeling like my heart is breaking over and over again, she says, beneath her ability to speak.

I love you, but you cannot possibly know how much, she says, beneath her ability to speak.

I touch you, but shudder instead of feel warm, she says, beneath her ability to speak.

I’m different, she says, beneath her ability to speak.

I’m sorry I’m too loud, she says, I’ll try and quiet my sneeze, she says.

 

I hate your food and your way of speaking, she says, beneath her ability to speak.

You’re mean to me and you don’t know it, she says, beneath her ability to speak.

I love everybody the same, she says, beneath her ability to speak.

I can’t enjoy the places you take me to, she says; I’m not this girl, she says, beneath her ability to speak.

I hide because I’m scared of you, she says, beneath her ability to speak. I’m afraid of getting in trouble.

You’re strong, they say. You’re independent, they say.

 

A recent graduate from University of Arizona, Alyssa Nicole Spungen is in the midst of an existential thunderstorm. When the rains part and the sun shines, she senses that the world is infinitely possible. When the clouds are out, she is usually trying to release the energy with yoga, meditation and dance. She writes about both. You can find more of her writing at www.thevisualproet.wordpress.com or on Twitter at @absorboverflow.

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Ed: B.B.
Assist: Sara Crolick

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