JHem

It gets a little tiring. To hear she likes me. Like a tape on repeat. I've heard this radio show before. Not the first, but hopefully the last. I don't know if I can believe it anymore. A script so common, I'm sure it's all fiction. All words and no action. I'll be with my forever again soon enough. Scratch that, he's here through the fluff. I'm always here when things are rough.

It's the voice that says no. No to being more than a little, foreign. People will like you being benign. Shaming you to being nice, To win the hearts off all, But one. It turns you to a people pleaser, Pleasing all but one. You're "people" too... It's the hand holding your neck. Threatening to SQUEEZE. If you dare say otherwise. Self mutilation isn't kind. No way does it deserve dead eyes. Doubt is just believing lies. It stops you from going from 0 to 100, But there's a synonym for 0. And that's dead. When you've "made it," And you just feel "that's it?" It's time for you to scream "FUCK IT!!!" Doubt will want you afraid, The bigger the fear, the bigger the grenade.  So, let's make a trade? When it goes boom, I'll make sure, It's not your tomb. I'm gonna need you to explode, All the parts that are lies. Before it cripples your life.