Literature
Reflecting.
The only problem I have is that I feel too much.
I should numb myself, like you.
I like you.
The etchings in my soul are carved deep,
Every interaction a new scar.
Don't do this, don't say that;
They'll hate you.
So, we decided not to do anything,
for fear of upsetting the almighty,
but that just made it worse.
Why didn't you this? Why didn't you that;
I hate you.
Your only problem is you do too little.
Do you think we call lay around, like you!?
I hate you!
Out with friends at a comfy bar,
Every interaction, love in heaps.
Sure, do this! Yeah, do that!
I love you!
So we went and we did everything,
No fear of the almighty,
And it just got
