I am sorry to say it
But it is necessary to be honest:
I am sick of my politeness.
I don't mean to offend,
I don't mean to be harsh.
But I'm not sorry for everything.
I can't say no more "I'm fine"
To every "how are you?".
Maybe I'm not fine,
Maybe nobody's fine.
I want to be told
When things are wrong,
I want to be criticized
When I do a ****** writing.
I want to learn how to deal with it.
I don't care if it hurts,
Give me truth,
Give me sincerity,
Give me crude information.
I need no more
Politeness as my own shield.
The world is raw.
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 1:39 PM UTC
I am sorry to say it
But it is necessary to be honest:
I am sick of my politeness.
I don't mean to offend,
I don't mean to be harsh.
But I'm not sorry for everything.
I can't say no more "I'm fine"
To every "how are you?".
Maybe I'm not fine,
Maybe nobody's fine.
I want to be told
When things are wrong,
I want to be criticized
When I do a ****** writing.
I want to learn how to deal with it.
I don't care if it hurts,
Give me truth,
Give me sincerity,
Give me crude information.
I need no more
Politeness as my own shield.
The world is raw.
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