I walk down the halls and feel restrained .
“You should be happy!”
“What’s wrong?”
-What isn’t wrong
The expectation to smile at every person I see through the
halls
In passing it’s profane to respond to “how are you?” with
-“I’m doing fine”.
Nobody cares enough to hear the truth.
It’s irreverent, it’s offensive it’s improper , its profane…
But shouldn’t you care? Shouldn’t someone care?
I don’t want to be dishonest with you.
So, don’t make me.
Don’t make me create a new character just for you
Don’t make me do this.
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