my chest's burning like
i'm ready to slam my phone
and i'm just so sick of
adjusting my feelings
revising my words
setting up my smiles
to keep everyone happy
avoid another contrariety
runaway from the reality
a baby born crying then
she was forced to laugh
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 8:33 AM UTC
my chest's burning like
i'm ready to slam my phone
and i'm just so sick of
adjusting my feelings
revising my words
setting up my smiles
to keep everyone happy
avoid another contrariety
runaway from the reality
a baby born crying then
she was forced to laugh
i recently realized this is not healthy
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