It is what it is

It gets lonely here

But I guess it’s time for me to be alone

Sometimes I miss when i had people around

Then I remember what made me leave

Or disconnect

Or eject

And then I don’t miss it or them at all

I don’t want the company of people

Who make me have to build a wall

Just to protect myself

From others always aiming to project their shit

Onto me

People see what they want to see

And ignore what they don’t want to change

While I’m sitting here alone

always trying to rearrange

The shit i know that’s fucked up about me

All I want is to just be

Happy

But happiness comes for those who stay blind

Shadow the mind

Don’t jump in the deep

Even asking a question

Might break you open

And then questions start to seep

In

Like Pandoras box

Like ol’ can o’ worms

Don’t open it up

Keep it shut

Remember what being curious did to the cat ?

You don’t want that

Cause once you go there

You can never go back

Just fiill up your cup

With fluff

And stuff

Take the blue pill

And stay happy


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