you only said what you said
because of the anonymity behind it
i stare at my screen
reading words about me
that are built for hurting
i’m not shocked to see your words
i laugh
people use humor as a way to cope
but i don’t see what’s funny
about pointing out
the insecurities
of another
my mask is slowly cracking and i’m running out of tape
once it breaks
i don’t think it can be put back together
it’s to the point
where i’m fine
with being used
my friends don’t see me
they see a tool
but i’ve longed since rusted
and my shackles are heavier
why have I let it get this bad?