Why do I bother to try,
Why do I hesitate on the last answer,
Do I hold a grudge?
Do I swallow the air that keeps still in my throat?
Why even bother on trying to save me,
Nothing Is here for me to hold onto,
What memory I have with you that is not stressful?
What hope do we have?
When everything is doing it's cycle,
When everyone is dying off,
When you're laughing away with others,
Leaving me behind,
Leaving me to become an alpha of my own,
To hold my answers with full force of the timid voice I have,
Why bother being friends with me when you can't tell me the shit you said behind my back,
I hold a grudge to not tell you the truth,
I rather end myself to not be around you,
The youth now,
Is the generation Z,
We don't show grudges,
Get it straight,
Ranting like you're the male Alpha,
Please,
Show your grudge when facing with me,
I rather spit the flames that holds the lies you have stuck in your throat,
I rather throw shades whenever you walk by me,
Have a problem with me,
I guess we have our ways,
All I would like to do,
Is become who I am,
But I have people stopping me.
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The Selfless Me
Non-FictionSometimes, I just want to write out my feelings, y'know. It's okay to write what's going on in your head. It's okay to open a clean page and just write all the things you've held onto. It's okay to let loss on a piece of paper with a pen/pencil at...
