no please,
i like it when you speak to me as if i were, god forbid, human.
i didn't ask for this to happen to me
and i didn't ask for people
to waltz around broken glass and eggshells
as if i were the most delicate of them all
i don't need
hushed whispers and words
stuck between oblivion and physical sound waves
because fear of offending me
clutched at your vocal cords
i know what it feels to be missing a part of myself
and what it means to be holding onto something
that isn't promised to me
i know what it means
to be hiding a part of yourself
for the sake of others
and i plead that you
save yourself the trouble
i've had enough self pity
because now i realize
alopecia
holds you back
from being who you are
it's a safety blanket
it's wishing that you had green eyes
when you were born with brown.
it's as simple as that.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC
no please,
i like it when you speak to me as if i were, god forbid, human.
i didn't ask for this to happen to me
and i didn't ask for people
to waltz around broken glass and eggshells
as if i were the most delicate of them all
i don't need
hushed whispers and words
stuck between oblivion and physical sound waves
because fear of offending me
clutched at your vocal cords
i know what it feels to be missing a part of myself
and what it means to be holding onto something
that isn't promised to me
i know what it means
to be hiding a part of yourself
for the sake of others
and i plead that you
save yourself the trouble
i've had enough self pity
because now i realize
alopecia
holds you back
from being who you are
it's a safety blanket
it's wishing that you had green eyes
when you were born with brown.
it's as simple as that.
