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Uncomfortable

 


Where were these so-called boundaries when I was uncomfortable?
When I mirrored your behaviour, suddenly I wasn’t normal?
Oh no—seems like I "can't handle rejection"?
Yeah, yeah, sure…

Or maybe I stayed quiet so I wouldn’t create a scene?
Tell me then, MR. GOOD CATCH—
Why did you think it was alright to stalk my online profile,
Inspecting who commented what?
Were you not being a creepy little lurker?

But tell me—did you like the taste of your own medicine?
I guess not.

When you can’t tolerate seeing your mother and sister suppressed,
When you despise the toxic masculinity in a woman—
Then why do you violate her vulnerability in the first place?

Where did your laughter disappear when I jested, yaar?
Why did you suddenly get so serious?
Can’t take a simple joke?
How sensitive of you.
Maybe you’re overreacting…
Maybe you should get a therapist yourself.

Geez, have some control over your emotions, man.
C’mon, give me a smile…
You have such a pretty smile…
I really liked you when you were NORMAL.
What happened?
Are you asexual?
What kind of man are you?
Wait—you actually took NO for an answer?!

PLEASE... PLEASE...

OH MY GOD, YOU TRIED TO BE WITH A PSYCHOPATH.

Always abuse the feminine side—
And then wonder why.

Did I want power for power's sake?
No, I wanted to not be abused just because I was born a woman.

Did you ask me what I was thinking?
To feel carefree like those lovers on a beach…
To walk without fear… to exist without permission.

Why must I always die on someone else’s battlefield?

But tell me...
Is it me you fear?
Or is it your own reflection?

YUP.
BEWARE OF THE MONSTER.

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