Like a rat you run, far off to woe,
Didn’t say goodbye — I don’t care, though.
Why play the human role for show,
To seem more sweet, more charming, though?
You’re a rat, a beast — that’s how it goes,
That’s how you were born, that’s how it flows.
Sorrow’s useless to you now, I know —
Like a rat, you squeak and scurry below.
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 2:25 AM UTC
Like a rat you run, far off to woe,
Didn’t say goodbye — I don’t care, though.
Why play the human role for show,
To seem more sweet, more charming, though?
You’re a rat, a beast — that’s how it goes,
That’s how you were born, that’s how it flows.
Sorrow’s useless to you now, I know —
Like a rat, you squeak and scurry below.
A confessional piece about being abandoned mid-chaos — capturing the energy of an action, not defining a person. Raw, situational, and universal.