It wasn't me who did the washing today, or scrapped the cat poo, fed the cats, got the boy ready for football, made the beds, or tidied the kitchen.it wasn't me, i wasn't there. i was too busy hanging on to the ledge of reality trying not to fall off it. I'm never here anymore, i dont remember conversations, i cant make plans. my house is not my own anymore. there is no quiet time, so i'm not there.
i am an illusion a very clever illusion that means no one notices. i am the stepford woman who inwardly screams as outwardly she puts on her normal face and prays the mask doesnt slip.
i am the woman who longs for what she never had and misses the things that never miss her. i am the one you dont hug, the one who you cant touch i am stone. feelings are a distant memory.
dont ask me what i want, don't ask my permission, dont inquire where things are. i dont know i was never here.
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