Bait

I usually assume

The worst in people

They are often

Worse than I think

Sometimes they

Surprise me but

I am more than often

Chubby slow

Empathetic bait

I feel too much

And my joints ache

I absorb so much

Blame, it’s both my fault

And my shame

The suggestion is

To be a predator, not be

Prey, but I am baited naturally

Perpetually, just by living

Transparently, laying my

Emotions out plain

I can’t help but

Gaze longingly and wait

For someone to bite

To taste the flavor

Of my overripe pain —

I am searching for the same


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