One minute I hate you and the next I feel guilty,
I know I’m distracted, lazy and frustrated.
I’m not sitting comfortably but I know that I’m not an unhappy person,
I’m just so conditioned to not play, to quiet, temper and dilute myself.
Until I fit in so well,
that you can’t see me at all.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 3:54 PM UTC
One minute I hate you and the next I feel guilty,
I know I’m distracted, lazy and frustrated.
I’m not sitting comfortably but I know that I’m not an unhappy person,
I’m just so conditioned to not play, to quiet, temper and dilute myself.
Until I fit in so well,
that you can’t see me at all.
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