Torment

I feel it rising in me, 
dissatisfaction, anger from
a discontented self
who rejects freedom and
instead chooses torture,
studying how people
offer themselves to the world 
while also seeming
to love who they are.
My heart is complicit in it:
hungry to know how 
people love themselves and
this life too.

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