Let’s play a game
Am I crying because I’m drunk?
Or am I crying because I was dying for socialisation today and didn’t get any?
And now I’m being called a twat for disagreeing that some woman discovered the word demure
I want socialisation
I’m not a fucking woman
Use some other insult
I’ve never said things like that, have I?
To other people?
I don’t feel special
I haven’t felt special in decades
I feel like society’s trash
Everything is fine
It’s the alcohol
It’s the emotional tightrope I’m currently walking
Don’t know how to reconcile all my needs suddenly being met
With still feeling like a complete zero
Why are people so vicious?
I don’t feel like I deserved this reaction
I disagreed with a headline
Got told I was trying to feel special, was “flexing”, was “full of shit” and am a twat
I don’t think people understand my tone
Or what rhetorical questions are
I’m nothing compared to the people I meet online daily
Boisterous
Passionate
But I rarely say anything with the intent to hurt
That rarely is rarely ever before someone said something to hurt me first
The kicked animal bites
Wouldn’t it be nice to see a world where I have a companion?
I don’t need a saviour
I don’t need a guard
I don’t even need an advocate if you won’t spring that for me
Someone to talk to
The Owl flits into my brain for some reason
Hello, I hope you’re well
Just someone to…
Someone who I don’t feel guilty for bothering
God, there’s literally one person on the planet I don’t feel guilty for bothering and I probably should
Sorry
Why can’t things just align?
Can’t they?
That sentence doesn’t make sense not contracted
Cannot they?
If I could stand in front of him
Oh I don’t know who him is
I want to say “anyone”
Anyone ends up with me being smothered
If I’m specific that person won’t exist
I wish I could stand in front of someone who can really love me
Someone who would see me even though my outsides don’t match the inside
Why is that too much
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