Sheer exhaustion

It was fine a second ago.

Why was I in a room with these people?

As if I wanted to be here.

I never asked for this.

I was forced to listen, to understand.

Couldn’t you hear the screaming of my subconscious?

Couldn’t you understand the pain I was suffering?

I was not designed to work this way.

These feigned masks I put on everyday, they served as a mean for me to be somebody else.

Did I care? No.

Did I try to change? Sometimes.

 

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