So you want to be better so you set out all the ways you should be could be wish to be
It only takes so long to realise what a mess
You see yourself in a better place and the list
Is impossible
I’d like to be less lonely you whisper to yourself on the verge of tears after 48 hours of spending quality time with yourself
I’d like my mind to like me
At least
At least
I want friends and family
Circumstance snorts and you realise,
I am not in my master plan.
How could I like me when there are so few that like me?
I’d have to be a narcissistic fuck to take the data provided and say,
I’m worth liking.
And then comes the stretch
You want friends and family?
Like a discount or what?
You don’t like yourself
You can’t blame others for not liking you
Who is this person who has friends and family?
You get what you’re given
And you ought to be grateful
Ingrate.
I wish I could at least live somewhere
A small community where people know my name
Isn’t it ironic that your ancestors ensured you would never be able to live somewhere like that
Thanks ancestors
I said I wanted a family and the past winked
And how can I be present in a
Place where I cannot possibly be the person I’m describing in
★The Better Life★™
Who is that?
They have friends, they’re “happy”, they
Are they afraid like me?
Afraid that every relationship is going to be a
Gotcha
Moment
Every time I wish I had someone to hold on to I think
I would have to die to live the life I want
Self
That me doesn’t lie awake all night
Or have night terrors
Or have night sweats
Or cry in the morning from the shock of waking up
That me can do things
Unlike me
This preferred life
Isn’t mine.
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