Harden.Harden.Harden.
Loosen up.Loosen up.Loosen up.
I cant forget you— the world that tries to kill my innocence.
I’m soft, but my guard has to stay up.I try to love everyone around me for who they are.I really do.I get it.You want me to tuck myself into a corner and become whoever you decide I should be.
You want me soft when it’s convenient.Hardened when say so.
You say something sharp,then tell me it’s a joke.That I should be okay with it because no harm was meant.
But I felt that.
I took that.And when I said I didn’t like it,your world asked me to bend anyway.
To arch my back around your humor. To laugh while watching myself step out my body,shriveling from how cold that joke actually was.
But it’s a joke right?
Cold World.
I did not ask to bend for you.I did not offer my softness as something you could sharpen your jokes against.My tenderness is not negotiable. And I will not harden myself just to make you more comfortable.
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