To be me
Is to have anxiety
That what's underneath
Is nothing more than what you see
And at least to me
What you would see
Is what none could stand to be
Why you refuse my company
Simply a monstrosity
Betrayed by curiosity
Self fulfilling animosity
Feeding off the fear of my own disease
With a selfish need to be seen
that surpasses even me
But what else could I be
When all Ive ever had is that belief
The only heirlooms in my family
were the branches we cut off the family tree
And that indeed
Is what's killing us individually
Even if they refuse to see
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 6:02 PM UTC
To be me
Is to have anxiety
That what's underneath
Is nothing more than what you see
And at least to me
What you would see
Is what none could stand to be
Why you refuse my company
Simply a monstrosity
Betrayed by curiosity
Self fulfilling animosity
Feeding off the fear of my own disease
With a selfish need to be seen
that surpasses even me
But what else could I be
When all Ive ever had is that belief
The only heirlooms in my family
were the branches we cut off the family tree
And that indeed
Is what's killing us individually
Even if they refuse to see
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