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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