They say.
Got to be soft and tender
It's no longer about the words I say
Or the message I convey.
It's always the same tale.
People getting lost in the tone.
And simply without fail
I become a lesson to be learned
(But they never want to).
The way I shape my vowels
Around my consonants
In my mouth.
An exclamation mark too many.
Simply too loud.
The way I swallow words
Down with my spit
Just to burn the hurt
Right out with my stomach acid
(But it never becomes delicate enough).
The way my existence is too present,
And the way silence was implied.
Expected to be stuffed
Back into my intestines
To be digested
Until I can lie
And say all is fine.
All is well.
Can't you tell?
Never meant to break
Your image of yourself.
I'm right here, spit me back up.
I never was easy going down.
Everyone needs to be reaffirmed now
That they are a good person.
I guess that is all that matters.
I guess this is what we care about.
It's settled.
Who cares that people can still hurt my feelings.
I'm all but stone in people's minds.
Fuck, you can still hurt my feelings.
Especially when they get denied
(But they'll say they didn't).
