The Art Of Our Thoughts

The thing about them

They make me feel stupid. They make me feel less. They make want to put a bullet in my head but I don't.

I don't because I shouldn't care what they think about me, what they feel towards me, what they talk about me.

I shouldn't care but I do.

It puts me in a conflicting situation of wanting to cry myself to sleep and laugh at their faces and it makes me feel confused.

Confused as to what I should do between cowering away or slapping them awake that gossiping and patronizing people will get them nowhere.

I don't know really. I don't know how to live in a world like this. How to adapt to a society like this. I don't know how to manage being at peace when everyone seems to have all the wrong intentions yet all the right things to say to your face.
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Dedicated to: Them
-S.S.