Jun 2018
Though words plainly expand the levitation of gases,
I still feel a twitch in my nerves when you talk,
Like anything I have ever said was meaningless;
Yet, when I express that your speech bothers my sensory system,
I feel a guilt
That I am the one who changed you
For my own satisfaction.
Why do I cater to myself
Instead of I who am more considerate?
I still feel a twitch in my nerves when you talk,
Like anything I have ever said was meaningless;
Yet, when I express that your speech bothers my sensory system,
I feel a guilt
That I am the one who changed you
For my own satisfaction.
Why do I cater to myself
Instead of I who am more considerate?
Ever have one of those people in your life who have like a sing-songy kind of voice that gets you wondering whether you're still in reality as the tone of the other person seems to ignore the troubles of the world? I know I'm really weird for expressing this as a conundrum, but just like nails against chalk, so sometimes this, no pun intended, "gets on my nerves." But that's just me; again, please interpret how you wish! Hope you enjoy!
(27/M/West Virginia)
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