Sorry not Sorry

 

We live in a twisted mirror maze,

 

Everywhere reminds me of myself,

 

My imperfections, the strange faces I make,

 

When I'm being too loud, when my feet smell,

 

I've sold this tiny commodity,


One of personal sovereignty,

 

For the right to be in close proximity of the ones I love,

 

Yes I will submerge this shirt in a blue gloopy solvent,

 

So may you be free from my pit stains,

 

Yes I will scrub the insects out of my teeth,

 

I will even trim the hair that would otherwise grow into the lawn of your personal space,

 

But I do give warning to any prospective friends or partners,

 

I am not going to stop laughing at inappropriate times,

 

I won’t stop telling stories that drag on for centuries then end up going down the long immoderate black hole that inevitably swallows every idea I almost I had,

 

I won’t stop making it awkward when everyone’s just trying to get high and relax,

 

I won’t stop texting you every couple of weeks just to be sure you don’t secretly spurn me,

 

Yes, I will always find a way to make it about me,

 

And I won’t stop making all of you bear my terrible taste in music, either,

 

Because that’s who I am when I’m around the people I love most,

 

And if people can’t take me how I am,

 

Then I can’t take them either.

 

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