on giving up

this piece of myself
which wills me on
sometimes surrenders to cold hard sharp
metallic words

discouragement seems rife
when really my brain is only overthinking
tired of the monotony
of plodding on
for what?
for fifteen seconds of silvery shimmering glory

no it will not be my toiling
my toiling will not be for fifteen seconds
in a vulgar spotlight
my work shall not go into HELLO!
it will be for you, for you, and for you
who need it most
i will work for you
for the girl in the corner with the book

and then one day
they will understand why I do not want
their neon glow

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