from the moment they said i should ‘feel’ more, i shoulda told them to shut the fuck up.
when they said i needed to be more connected; more in tune with myself. be compassionate and not so cold.
i shoulda told them to go fuck themselves.
but instead: i listened.
& then attempted to be all those things.
but where are these cunts with all the helpful advise now?
offering to hold my hand through the grocery shop as i squint at the lights or shake at the counter? holding me up as i near drop to floor after a car backfires or consoling me as i breakdown in the front seat of the car waiting for the lights to change?
where are these cunts with all the wonderful expectations?
not the fuck here are they!