just because,
i don't like to speak
and often don't—
it doesn't mean; that my conversational skills have been beaten black and blue into non-existence
just because,
i don't react—
it doesn't mean i don't feel anything,
i'm not a rock, i'm not a robot
i'm only human after all
and even though the feeling is bone deep
it just doesn't show
but you don't care,
you never did and you never will—
finding ways to pin the blame on me,
i can't believe that i used to believe i was the problem—
when it was you all along
i don't care about what you do or don't do—
so leave me out of your bullshit
YOU ARE READING
secrets from the lair
Poetryan anthology of bad poetry, but who cares [the lowercase letters all throughout are intentional, they're not grammatical errors]
