What Is It?

I didn’t want this,

I didn’t dream of this,

I didn’t suddenly wake up

and see the world

for this,

this,

this. 

I didn’t ask for this,

I didn’t beg,

infact, I was perfectly fine

without…

without,

this. 

Did they do this?

Did they laugh,

cry with laughter,

did they cry?

I wasn’t expecting this

to just appear,

to just creep

into my hands, 

what do I do with this?

I didn’t ask them

to come,

to simply raid through

my thoughts 

and make themselves 

at home. 

I wasn’t expecting visitors,

I wasn’t prepared 

to see their faces;

I didn’t ask for this,

I didn’t want this…

What is it? 

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