I feel like a hole
but not a clean one
ready to be filled neatly
or remain smoothly empty
Instead of a glassy surface,
I have emotions rise like bubbles
roiling, disrupting
pressing into the vacancy
My needs get in the way
Pressure closes in
Threatening my facilitator role
and screaming me me me me me
I am sorry, me, but I just don't have time for you
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