often kind mostly sweet
patient and understanding
that's what people see
and who i am most basically
but sometimes
I WANT TO RIP THE FUCKING BANDAID OFF
LET LOOSE MY SOUL IN RAGE...
but a tantrum's not appropriate
at this point or this age
so i stifle it or shed some tears
or pretend that it's ok
i tell myself, “accept it,
there is no other way”
why when it's so obvious
do we deny our need?
why when we are hungry
do we leave our souls to bleed?
so...
FUCK ME AND FUCK YOU
AND FUCK THIS WORLD WE'RE IN
I WANT TO LIVE WHAT'S REAL...
not what could have been
(c)s.cooper
9-29-19
