I am see-through
I am a child
My father tells me that I need thicker skin
I am pinched
I am alone
I speak and I’m told that I’m lying
truth disrupts comfort zones
truth is something to mould and twist and distort
unfinished, unacceptable, naked
they are putting clothes on the truth
they want me to make them comfortable
I need to fit in
I need to embody their expectations
smile, you owe us that
I tell you the truth and you walk away
you don’t live here
you live somewhere else
bubble to bubble to bubble
a conscience hurts
you want me to function
you’re not yourself today
oh, yes I am exactly myself today because I’m in pain
and this is what it looks like
what it feels like
too uncomfortable for you?
Croque-Melpomene 