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I feel like every time I do something new or different, people badger me about it. I refuse to care, because it doesn't matter. whatever I like or get interested in- I'm not going to let it bother me.

my head hurts

from what you say;

it wasn't even bad,

and yet,

my mind twists the words to

a meaning you can't comprehend.

 

I feel so compressed-

squeezed through a pasta press;

one of those machines

that takes your blood pressure.

every person knows that feeling

of your arm being squeezed so tight-

feels like twisting

feels like rug burn

feels numb

feels like pins and needles sometimes.

 

you press me in a box.

you press me down, scraping me on the concrete

like gum on the bottom of your shoe.

Author's Note

what sucks is that I know people are going to do this even more so in the future. with other things, and this isn't even that bad- these are just the few instances that I've picked out, no where near the top of the scale.
tell me what you think.
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