Dear Ego Praeterire,
I remember you. The way you always felt so weak. Day in day out contemplating whether they would laugh at you. Poke fun at your ever growing stomach bulge, or critique your choice in clothing. So you hid within yourself. You dove so deep in your own pool it took years to climb back out, that is if you ever truly did.
"FUCK THEM" you'd scream and swim deeper.
"FUCK THEM" was your favorite mantra.
Someone once said if you cannot beat them join them. You tried to join didn't you? You tried to be a part. To gain trust and be one of them, but this just couldn't be. Sure you were accepted and inevitably even liked and loved, but you still felt distant... even alien.
Could you be cut from the same DNA, are you really one of these creatures?
Lost in your desire to be different you resorted to pushing them all away, but you missed one simple fact. You were and are still human. You put desire for connection into literature, and work. You forced yourself to learn from those who died before you. To feed on Knowledge, but that wasn't the only thing you consumed was it?
Feeling rejected you devoured all you could get within your grasp. You feasted until you were as ugly as you felt. A disgusting blown up image of your former self. Unable to even pull your girth up the stares without losing breath and needing a short rest.
You blamed them for the way you felt. You blamed them for making the all of the jokes you thought up.
Yeah I remember how weak you were. How you hid behind your insecurities and filled your chest with hot air. You built a castle out of cards, and dared all to storm it. You were the swollen frogs throat. A simple display.
And still "FUCK THEM" was all you could think as you wished them to go away.
You pushed so hard they finally left didn't they?
Even the ones who broke their backs trying to soften your fall finally gave up on you.
You got what you wanted didn't you? Alone with everything you worked so hard to create.
And still it's "FUCK THEM" isn't it?
Yeah "FUCK THEM" for everything you did.
Sincerely,
Ego Postremo
I remember you. The way you always felt so weak. Day in day out contemplating whether they would laugh at you. Poke fun at your ever growing stomach bulge, or critique your choice in clothing. So you hid within yourself. You dove so deep in your own pool it took years to climb back out, that is if you ever truly did.
"FUCK THEM" you'd scream and swim deeper.
"FUCK THEM" was your favorite mantra.
Someone once said if you cannot beat them join them. You tried to join didn't you? You tried to be a part. To gain trust and be one of them, but this just couldn't be. Sure you were accepted and inevitably even liked and loved, but you still felt distant... even alien.
Could you be cut from the same DNA, are you really one of these creatures?
Lost in your desire to be different you resorted to pushing them all away, but you missed one simple fact. You were and are still human. You put desire for connection into literature, and work. You forced yourself to learn from those who died before you. To feed on Knowledge, but that wasn't the only thing you consumed was it?
Feeling rejected you devoured all you could get within your grasp. You feasted until you were as ugly as you felt. A disgusting blown up image of your former self. Unable to even pull your girth up the stares without losing breath and needing a short rest.
You blamed them for the way you felt. You blamed them for making the all of the jokes you thought up.
Yeah I remember how weak you were. How you hid behind your insecurities and filled your chest with hot air. You built a castle out of cards, and dared all to storm it. You were the swollen frogs throat. A simple display.
And still "FUCK THEM" was all you could think as you wished them to go away.
You pushed so hard they finally left didn't they?
Even the ones who broke their backs trying to soften your fall finally gave up on you.
You got what you wanted didn't you? Alone with everything you worked so hard to create.
And still it's "FUCK THEM" isn't it?
Yeah "FUCK THEM" for everything you did.
Sincerely,
Ego Postremo
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