Nonsense

I’ve stayed silent for way to long.

And when I speak I say way to much.

Maybe you should lower your expectations of me.

Maybe your standards are far to high.

I enjoy you looks of sheer disappointment.

I enjoy your whispers and gasps of shock.

The entertainment I get from you reactions is uncanny.

You look at my life as if it were disgusting.

Yet you have no idea of the terrors I survived.

You shouldn’t judge the things you couldn’t even fathom surviving.