I would’ve never guessed

I’d be so stressed.

I didn’t assume

Life came with a certain doom.


[Work, work, work.

Pleading for praise,

Begging for acceptance.

Never once considering

No one gives a f**k.



How did I become who I am?

What happened?
What’s wrong with me?

Why am I so different?

Why do I believe all this shit?
Why couldn’t I be an optimist?


It feels as if…

I’m being beaten.

I am blind. It is dark.

I cannot hear. I am Deaf.


Knock me out.

I am naive and defenseless.

Use me like your punching bag.




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