Why are you sad ?

Why are you sad? he asked

Is it really that bad? I wondered

This is a tricky question, isn’t it?

Answering it might make me feel better but answering it might get me fucked.

Or locked.

Pardon my French.

I am fine. At least that’s what they think.

That’s why people will feel funny when they find out that I didn’t make it.

Don’t ask. Most things are better left unsaid.

Anyways their opinions will go right over my head

It’s painful though.

Should I answer his question?

I did before though. I didn’t change the feeling, nor did it fix the tearing.

Ever wanted something so bad? Imagine having access, touching, feeling, but nothing.

You just can’t have it.

Should I answer his question?

If I did he’d know that I’m not smiling cuz I want too, I’m smiling cuz I have too.

Society requires me too. And so does the fam and friends.

This isn’t a blame though

It’s more like a claim

I’m sorry to say though

This is just how I came.

– Miss BKO

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