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Navel-gazing

There is an impulse to be navel-bound.

I could run away with the flow of my tears,

But wouldn’t that make me a girly cliche?

Wouldn’t it just be more annoying than sad?

So I’ll gather my weeping, stare ahead not down:

Fold my mouth into a smile, avoid the glare from below.

There isn’t a song that tells how I feel,

So I’ll pull down my shirt and avoid the cliche.

© ThatGirlWhoWracts 2011