Don’t pretend to be obtuse
blinded by your own special blend of selfishness
Unable to admit to the ability to see my pain
See the scarring etched into my soul
Because it would be just excruciating for you
Author. Mother. Poet.
Don’t pretend to be obtuse
blinded by your own special blend of selfishness
Unable to admit to the ability to see my pain
See the scarring etched into my soul
Because it would be just excruciating for you