by Jack Lashbrook
Published on: Feb 19, 2004
Type: Poetry

You are the irritation just below my skin.
The odd sense of failure whenever i win.
You're high maintenance and low return.
You are the lesson i never learn.
You are the "special" in "special needs".
The destination where all roads lead.
You're all the wrong things i've desired.
You are prose when poetry is required.

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