falling short

I fall short on everything.  Not enough warmth to be human. Not enough ice for the cold bitch I am claimed to be. Not enough love (though a very lusty slave doll). Not enough rage though angry beyond reason. Not enough clarity to focus on any one thing or two or three. Not enough me (whatever IT is).Life is done with me yet I can’t let it be. My tears flow silently as I fall short again feeling undone.

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