I hate the way I'm perceived and implied upon. Every social interaction leads definitive conclusions on me as an idea. The millions of me in everyone else's mind. The only true "me" is stuck inside 6 inches of skull and no one can ever see it.
i’ve tried being gentle about it i’ve tried being violent about it i’ve tried being patient i’ve tried being angry i’ve tried writing about it talking about it staying quiet about it but i was never able to understand it