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Megan Cox

Annual Welfare

Every year, I'd meet a people

with features so divine.

With stormy eyes and narrow lips,

their faces looked like mine.


Their skin held no wrinkles;

never touched by time.

But they revealed ages

and mirrored every crime.


They called me self-centered

when I heard my grandfather died.

I told them, "Do not call me selfish.

"That was when I learned to say goodbye."


They said that I was heartless

for leaving old friends behind.

I said, "It hurt me in my heart,

but I was seeking peace of mind."


They told me I was fickle

for slamming all the doors.

I cried out, "I was never angry,

"I just needed to make some noise."


I grew tired of their questions.

How could they not see?

I'd never done any wrong.

I was only learning to be me.


These people were never real

but they remind me each year

that there was growth in my struggles

and strength in every tear.

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