People claim they want it and appreciate it, but they're liars.
Any truthful divulging is often met with judgement, resentment, and regret.
I urge to spout every thought that flutters behind my eyelids to anyone with ears willing to hear it. Words weigh on my lips, eager to be heard.
But yet I say nothing.
I share nothing.
I keep all that is me inside of myself because that's where it is safe; hidden in the vaults away from judgmental ears.
Impatiently waiting for the time when my ego says "Fuck all y'all" and sets itself free.
Any truthful divulging is often met with judgement, resentment, and regret.
I urge to spout every thought that flutters behind my eyelids to anyone with ears willing to hear it. Words weigh on my lips, eager to be heard.
But yet I say nothing.
I share nothing.
I keep all that is me inside of myself because that's where it is safe; hidden in the vaults away from judgmental ears.
Impatiently waiting for the time when my ego says "Fuck all y'all" and sets itself free.
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