even just a little bit

i sometimes wish

i wasn’t me.

it’s too big of a job.

and it’s lonely.

and no one understands

or knows.

and im forced to ask

of people i don’t respect,

or want

and im forced

to be,

with people

that hurt me.

and i can’t leave well enough alone,

because i have to make things better

and i have to do what’s right

and I have to be good

all the goddamn time.

and it’s exhausting.

and i really could use

something for me,

one of these days..

and i know i could have

something at least,

but I’m picky.

probably too picky,

cause it leaves me stripped

and bare

and lonelier then ever..

making sure that everyone’s alright

and never being



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