The Radio

I was feeling down so I went to the shops
And got myself a radio.
It was on sale.
–No returns.
–No refunds.
No problem.

I brought it home and turned it on.
It made me happy.
My mind was busy with its mindless chatter.
–No thoughts.
–No feelings.
No problem.

Then she spoke to me,
And I turned to her to speak.
No words came out.
–Then they did.
–But it wasn’t me.

The radio spoke in my voice
In harsh, unfeeling words.
But words I didn’t mean.
And words I couldn’t stop.
She was hurt.

This, was a problem.

But it wasn’t me.
It wasn’t me.

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