I’ve done so many traditional things over the last few weeks
But I lack growing pains-
It makes me feel evil not to cry
For leaving my friends
Or changing a bit of my identity
I’ve become all too content with leaving my home
My childhood home was never a good place
Yet I’ve cried over even that
Have I grown out of the crying?
Strange
I hope not, for I need this for catharsis
Yet life is stifling now
And it goes against the virtues I proclaim
I feel evil
But I’m too apathetic to even mind
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