Have you ever sat
And wished
You could be
A fly on the wall?
That you could
Hear what others
Truly think of you?
If they roll their eyes
When you call
Or if they truly
Are the way they seem...
I sometimes feel
Like that fly
But sometimes
Just sometimes
I feel like the
Spider
Waiting for the fly
To make a move
In my direction
Because I don't know
If I really want to know
Anymore
I'm tired of wanting
Something
I can't have
I'm tired of reaching
For something
That isn't even
Within my grasp
Tired of wishing
When all the hope
Inside of me
Has died
Tired
And waiting
Wishing
The fucking spider
Would just strike
Already
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