If I chose to love, you rage.
Something is wrong
Either way.
The problem is I exist.
I exist with opinions and feelings.
I'm a truth you can't sanitize.
You might want to bury me in
Your lies
And repression.
But I won't go down choking like you.
If you think my words are too sharp,
Good. My point is made.
My pen is a whetstone,
Not an embrace.
I'm not here to make you feel loved.
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