happy pill

I am sin

my existence is a sin

is a sin

is a sin

but I would choose my life again

and again

and again

I am screaming in the wind

to be heard

by the people who never mattered

by the wolves

in the sheepskin they hollowed

of bodies they spat out

whose insides they swallowed whole

my existence must be lived

must be felt

must be a fight

despite what you think

or say

or believe

your lies

don't affect me

anymore