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Sep 2017
I often think how phony everyone is
To clap they're hands to the beat of a song at a concert
To dance at a club with their friends when that one song comes on about having a fat ***
To laugh at a strangers joke, but the stranger wasn't talking to them, and the joke wasn't meant for them
Yet they take it anyways
And let the stranger hear their reaction
To say something nice to their mom when she deserves to hear kind words and it would feel good to give them
How do they not feel paralyzed like I do?
Don't they hear a voice
Saying they'll do it wrong
Or they'll be punished
For some reason
By someone?
Or something
I don't feel like I'm allowed to participate
How do you give yourself permission
To be a person?
I like that song
I wanna dance with my friends
That joke was funny
I love my mom
Yet I am still
I can't move
And if they see me move
It will be BAD
That's all I know for sure
You don't hear that?
You must be kinda dumb.
Written by
Opal  23/F/Sacramento
     Corvus and Bianca Reyes
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