The store looked open but when I went inside, the shelves were bare and there was just a desk with a cashier. “Where are the goods?” I asked. He gave me a headset and when I put it on, I could see the well-stocked shelves.
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No matter how close i am to them, no matter how much blood i share with them. It always seems easier to allow them to create their own fake image of me inside their head. It’s easier to let them live in an illusion than to share how i truly feel. Is it the fear of rejection? Or the recognition of a pattern of dismissiveness? Even if they heard me, what would grantee they listened? What grantees I’d still care about them after bleeding out all my words? The way words fill my mouth, the way uncertainty seals my lips shut, it has lead to me being unable to elaborate. Saying things i didn’t agree with because i felt pressured by the atmosphere to stay distant. When people ask things, they except a particular answer, and I strive to reach just that. Give them what they are looking for, but my perspective often claws at my hands, wanting to be heard, tripping me from sharing either.
The store looked open but when I went inside, the shelves were bare and there was just a desk with a cashier. “Where are the goods?” I asked. He gave me a headset and when I put it on, I could see the well-stocked shelves.
No matter how close i am to them, no matter how much blood i share with them. It always seems easier to allow them to create their own fake image of me inside their head. It’s easier to let them live in an illusion than to share how i truly feel. Is it the fear of rejection? Or the recognition of a pattern of dismissiveness? Even if they heard me, what would grantee they listened? What grantees I’d still care about them after bleeding out all my words? The way words fill my mouth, the way uncertainty seals my lips shut, it has lead to me being unable to elaborate. Saying things i didn’t agree with because i felt pressured by the atmosphere to stay distant. When people ask things, they except a particular answer, and I strive to reach just that. Give them what they are looking for, but my perspective often claws at my hands, wanting to be heard, tripping me from sharing either.