By Mac Guerreiro
Eye know you didn’t say it for me,
That you were just expressing,
In a perfect world,
If eye were a perfect girl,
Eye wouldn’t be phased,
Eye’d recognize how eye can only grow at my own pace,
And that fucking up is okay,
But eye don’t live in that reality,
The one eye live in is more shaky,
Eye’m working to make it more stable,
Comments like that just lead me to feel disabled,
And maybe eye am,
To a degree,
And eye keep reminding myself that comment wasn’t said to hurt me,
But eye keep going back to,
Why say it like that then?
When you seem to know controlling isn’t ever a conscious intention?
And Eye’m trying to not feel like shit,
As the words replay,
“I’m sick of it.”
Mystical Mac 