I’ve never dared to post this poem, but who cares? It probably has different meanings for different readers- and I know what I was referring to.

Everyone’s making fun of me.

They no longer take me seriously.

Am I speaking differently?

I’d be the last to know.

I’m a pariah suddenly-

They can’t wait to be rid of me.

Is it the black cloud following me?

One look at that- they go.

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I’m bad luck now, I’ve become a jinx.

“Don’t come near me or touch me, minx.”

The poison spreads through a web of links:

I’ll be the first to die.

See how they move away in fright,

And delete what I said last night.

I thought this was a breakthrough, right?

It’s a breakdown. They lied.