everyday feels like prison.
punishment for still having an ounce of love in my heart.
being slaughtered internally… for being a good person.
terrorize me physically, instead of mentally
drown my corpse, after my spirit has disintegrated
i see why vanity is so common
because no good deed goes unpunished
who wants to suffer… because they chose the high road?
I know what I supposedly “lost”.
so technically I didn’t lose.
but I did gain.
why does being better off feel… just as bad?
I’d rather be taken for granted.
I’d rather be disrespected.
I’d rather be ignored.
I’d rather watch you pretend to support me.
than to sit here
day by day
and be better off.