Dear Diary, This is From My Teenage Angst to My Adult Self - A Harvest of My Own Ignorance

Josh Nichols

Did
I
Surpass the limit of compulsion?
I'm having fun
Who
Who asked for this
In the first place?
We just demand bodies to belong
To the fucking hegemony
I was that kid that nobody
Wanted around
And then everyone pretended
That something changed
A shell sculpted by the conviction of feeling pulled apart
Cause this fucking body felt the shame of exist
Don't talk if you haven't felt it (Don't talk)
Don't talk if you haven't felt it (Don't say a word)
Don't talk if you haven't felt it (Shut up, shut up)
Don't talk
Your fucking ectasy
Just a garden soon to be
Burnt

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