an open letter to the assholes, you know who you are
to the girl who clutches attention
like a boa constrictor claims its next meal
you do not get to tell me how to feel
you do not get to tell me I am not valid
because not everyone is the same as you
not everyone is as comfortable as you
not everyone gets to talk as freely as you
not everyone gets to be as raw as you
just because I am not you
it does not mean you get to invalidate me
to the boy who needed to protect his reputation
like a dragon hoards its gold
it took a while for me to realize this one
but the way you misled me, it was certainly tricky
you told me yes, but then had an excuse
I thought it was fine at first, an honest mistake
but you told me not to talk to your friends about it?
I guess you just didn't want to be seen with me
I get it, it’s okay, I don't like me either
I guess you probably didn’t realize how much it hurt
maybe next time just be honest
I’d rather rip off a bandaid and be hurt for a little bit
than soak the bandaid and get an infection
to all the people who are afraid of change
so much that they would rather live in black and white
than even see the other shades, let alone the colors
do you realize that your jokes are cruel?
do you realize that I know the teachings?
you don't need to lecture us
we already know we aren't actually welcome
even though we could be the ones lecturing you
hate the sin love the sinner, right?
but no. you'd rather hate it all than show love
I guess that's the one similarity between you all
you'd rather spread hate than love
after all, that is what makes you the assholes
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