Rutilant showers of
Living red light
Sparkling undead
Is it that easy or
Is it that hard ?
Listening for the susurrus
You made me feel safe
And mushy and vulnerable
Like it was okay to talk about myself
And then you made me feel
Bad about saying it
When you said I only
Care about myself
You took it all away
I can’t talk about
Things that hurt inside
Because they hurt more
When they’re on the outside
I don’t need you to tell me
That I’m a good person
Like the squirrel
That got caught in the
Middle of the road
Emotionally mangled
Changing lives
Simply by existing
Too much pressure
Sometimes to be
Alive
I don’t need you to tell me
That I’m a good person
I already have that part
Figured out
© GÄ
Poétique 