Condemned    ....    to Become    

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 A line has been drawn across my life.
I no longer talk about the past.
It is locked up inside me.
No one can understand.

I do not cry.
I am as hard as wood.
What could tears change?
What can be done about anything?

Whatever happens,
it’s not up to me.
I accept.      I tolerate.      I adapt.
All the time I adapt.

And I don’t get involved.
I am outside of it all,
on the side-lines,
watching.

I keep to myself.
I have few friends.
Why should I cause others
to suffer pain unnecessarily?

After what has happened,
I can’t be religious.
The universe is indifferent.
I know that I am

Condemned   ...   to become