This Is Life?

It's tough, honestly, trying to get accustomed to people who only,

look out for themselves.

When you'd do, anything for them.

I don't know?

Maybe you're used to not caring, texting, calling,

or seeing your family sometimes.

Or maybe you're ok with having people, judge you, before they even know

you, because you're, "not like them."

Me?

Like Sartre, I believe, "hell is other people."

It's kind of hard, getting used to it.

All the Boyfriends, or Girlfriends, who shall remain nameless,

always treating your friendship like shit.

I'd rather be seen as a kind soul.

Flawed?

Yes, but, still fabulous in my own way.

I don't understand why I have to be some sort of version of

perfect daughter, friend, partner, worker, or citizen

to earn your respect, in any way.

Who the fuck are you?

To be snubbing your nose at me, or even looking down on me, too.

I'm trying everyday, not to slit my wrists, or swallow a bottle of bills,

trying to pay them, sweetie.

Instead of fighting, extenuating circumstances.

That Hard-knock life, like Annie.

No, it's not a comparison (just a certainty).

It's always been clear to me...

My self-respect, is through the looking glass of personal growth.

Longevity.

Fuck what you think I'm worth.

Your opinion means shit to me.

So... please.

Don't judge me.

I'm certain you have a few skeletons in your closet, baby

Ergo... let's pull the universally thin metaphysical

flesh, over the stars of

of our eyes.

And pretend, reality is not there, then.

Shall we?

I.M xo © (2019)