Confessions

Cried my heart out yesterday. Cried out for all my frustration. For all of my shallowness. For all of my dishonesty. For all of my shame and guilt. And for all of my deserved loneliness. I run the purity and kindness of people who don’t know me through the dirt of my perversion. I decided to make a comedy out of my life, yet I’m the only joke to be laughed about. I feel evil and I feel ashamed. I fooled him, and I’ll never be like him. I cried for them both. Shame and guilt. Shame and guilt. I’m meant to lose everything I yearn for, I’m meant to be passive. It was fine though. I’m also meant to cry twice every single year, a sacred rule I always end up following. I’m perversely Electra-complexed. It must be it. At least I can turn the dirt into something appreciable.