I'm okay,
But I'm not okay with this.
I'm not okay with
the burden of having
a string constantly tied to my mind.
A string twisting and tugging,
showing and comparing,
validating and devaluing.
I'm not okay with
being concerned with the opinions of everyone -
how anyone can decide my worth
with the press of a tiny red heart.
I'm not okay with
playing the game,
being played by the game,
and inevitably losing the game.
I'm not okay with
being a slave -
happily forgoing my wages
for a selfish,
deeply greedy,
abusive,
master.
Nov 21, 2024
Nov 21, 2024 at 8:55 PM UTC
I'm okay,
But I'm not okay with this.
I'm not okay with
the burden of having
a string constantly tied to my mind.
A string twisting and tugging,
showing and comparing,
validating and devaluing.
I'm not okay with
being concerned with the opinions of everyone -
how anyone can decide my worth
with the press of a tiny red heart.
I'm not okay with
playing the game,
being played by the game,
and inevitably losing the game.
I'm not okay with
being a slave -
happily forgoing my wages
for a selfish,
deeply greedy,
abusive,
master.
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