oh,
i’m not going to be happy
ever
and i’m doomed to be
divorced
because i don’t want to be swaddled in your sugar coated comfort blanket ?
i’m sorry that you believe love is only true if you suppress all of your satisfying, swelling feelings until the day someone wants to reproduce with you
and that you have to cover your most tender, lovely parts in ugly underwear and that on your wedding night both of you will
look the other way
it’s unfortunate that your God only likes you if you give him all your money and hate the right things
and that your life is a dichotomy of
knowing you are superior to everyone who didn’t happen to grow up with your doctrine pinned to their shirt
& knowing that if you don’t color inside of religion’s lines just so
you’ll
never
be
good
enough
for
salvation
and what if that still, small voice is actually doubt
and you spend your entire human existence trying to prove it wrong
by passive-agressively pushing your fear towards others
it’s sad that you’ll make yourself small for a potential outcome
while i’ll grow, grow, grow because i am boundless
you are too, but you don’t know it so you’ll pollute your potential with petty
judgments
yes, there’s a (pretty) ******* ring in my nose and some (meaningful) ******* ink on my skin and your son and i (beautifully) **** each other
i
am
no
less
and
no
more
than
you
are
your high horse has wobbly legs and thanks but
i will determine my own
happiness.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC
oh,
i’m not going to be happy
ever
and i’m doomed to be
divorced
because i don’t want to be swaddled in your sugar coated comfort blanket ?
i’m sorry that you believe love is only true if you suppress all of your satisfying, swelling feelings until the day someone wants to reproduce with you
and that you have to cover your most tender, lovely parts in ugly underwear and that on your wedding night both of you will
look the other way
it’s unfortunate that your God only likes you if you give him all your money and hate the right things
and that your life is a dichotomy of
knowing you are superior to everyone who didn’t happen to grow up with your doctrine pinned to their shirt
& knowing that if you don’t color inside of religion’s lines just so
you’ll
never
be
good
enough
for
salvation
and what if that still, small voice is actually doubt
and you spend your entire human existence trying to prove it wrong
by passive-agressively pushing your fear towards others
it’s sad that you’ll make yourself small for a potential outcome
while i’ll grow, grow, grow because i am boundless
you are too, but you don’t know it so you’ll pollute your potential with petty
judgments
yes, there’s a (pretty) ******* ring in my nose and some (meaningful) ******* ink on my skin and your son and i (beautifully) **** each other
i
am
no
less
and
no
more
than
you
are
your high horse has wobbly legs and thanks but
i will determine my own
happiness.
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