If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it
Who is they today I wonder?
Some random soul on the internet
You gave me this life filled to the brim with trauma and illness
And then have people question why I’m so fragile
You bemuse me
Is it a simulation?
Is it all a show at my expense?
The happy things feel contrite
And the sadness overwhelms
If you say you don’t want me to be unhappy
Then why does every day go thusly so?
Trapped inside this box that is my home
Unable to fix the problems, just swimming in it
Why did you have to make me so ineffectual and powerless?
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