A woman said to me
"you must have lots of girls"
"what about your hoes"
Upon examination of my device
Its only mama in my contacts

Oh you were under an illusion
My confidence? Its a mask.
My humour? It's a covering.
I have to present myself in a certain way,
How could i expose the truth

The illusion stands, I'm not who you think i am.
I am both a superior catch and an inferior male.

The mind becomes perverted
By it's trauma and loneliness
You start to wonder who you were
And who you are is more unclear

I long for something so simple
Something people take for granted
Something you see everyday
In the road or in a shop
Something so obvious that
People who have it don't realise

You thought the opposite of addiction was
Sobriety?
No
The opposite of addiction
Is
Human connection.

The world is so ****** up that
I'd rather stay in my corner.

As lonely as it is, nobody can hurt me.
I am hurting but I AM SAFE.

Maybe that makes me a coward,
Or maybe it makes me a hero.

Those who protected their good hearts
They do it with a noble intention.

In a world full of hurt people who hurt others

What a rare thing a kind heart is