this languish is unyielding ankles and bare shoulders are making me bitter stop unwrapping my things don't you dare try to take the tears from my cheeks you have stepped in at the final moment of purity and however you might try to pry the gore from between my legs you know nothing.
I am being suffocated by privilege not enough to find me fortune, oh no only that strangers afford leisure and i am burning, slowly
brunch is taunting me afternoons spent quietly, a night out with close friends, one, any activity alongside the sun in the real world, there are days off and dreamless slumbers and friends.
all the evidence supports that i am doing everything i possibly can to do the very best anyone could ask of where i am right at this moment, so how do i feel so behind? and out of place? and worthless?
the shade is being drawn back from my eyes now my happiness was a glitch to think that i deserved it, an error my personhood, a mistake