Could it be so simple; the Shits that drain
us, preying on our energy?
Could we catch a case, swift manoeuvre out
of the slumps of dependence?
Could we breathe for a second without
someone farting in that sweet and still air?
Could we execute what we must, devoid of
manipulation, abuse, pity and wolf allure?
I don’t like looking over my shoulder!
I don’t like having to “watch my back”
I don’t like having gotten you wrong
But I did
It’s my consequence to bear.
I got myself wrong.
Everything I despise in you is my mirror
So fuck the martyrdom
Fuck the defence
Fuck the entries to be liked and approved
of
Fuck you and your front
And shame one me for giving myself away
What will it take for me to learn?
This too shall pass, and so will every
facade ever passed.
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