Everyone says I have trauma,
But they don’t know a thing.
I always thought I didn’t do things by halves,
But I only do the last end of suffering.
There is no trauma there,
Should I hate to disappoint you?
(I don’t.)
Everyone thinks I have trauma.
And when I feel strong,
Is it ever good enough,
Or too much, too healthy?
Must I be faking,
Or am I just dissociating?
Everyone believes I have trauma.
There is no trauma back there.
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 10:20 PM UTC
Everyone says I have trauma,
But they don’t know a thing.
I always thought I didn’t do things by halves,
But I only do the last end of suffering.
There is no trauma there,
Should I hate to disappoint you?
(I don’t.)
Everyone thinks I have trauma.
And when I feel strong,
Is it ever good enough,
Or too much, too healthy?
Must I be faking,
Or am I just dissociating?
Everyone believes I have trauma.
There is no trauma back there.
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