I find that I cant breathe
All of this is being shoved down my throat
I find I cant speak anymore
There is too much for me to make any noise
All I can do is sit here and let it happen
My throat is constricting around all of this
Its like you expect me to swallow it all willingly
How could you
You expect me to sit here and let you normalize me
Well you thought wrong
Because I am who I am
And as much as you might wish me to be different
I will never meet your standards and expectations
They are to high
And as soon as I meet them they raise even higher
So even though I may be forced to sit here and let you shove this crap down my throat
That most certainly does not mean I will digest it
I will regurgitate it as soon as I am able.
It saddens me though
Because I should not have to work this hard against you
And also because try as I might
It occasionally slips through
And I am aware of this but by this point there is nothing I can do
Now i have to live with it
Even though you may think these things are my best qualities
They are in reality the things I hate most about myself.
So maybe one day I will be able to breathe and speak
And hopefully I dont suffocate before that day comes.
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Poems/opinions about the world
RandomThis is just a compilation of poems and sort of rant type things that I feel a lot of people are afraid to talk about because of the fear of being judged. So I thought I might just put them here. Some make sense, others don't but it's all in the...
