Pretend to like your neighbors.
Pretend to like your friends.
Pretend to like your family.
Pretend to like coffee.
Pretend to like breathing.
Just never be yourself, never let it out,
keep yourself under your own thumb so tight
you could scream.
After all,
they wouldn’t like you if you were you,
you know that, don’t you?
So pretend you’re someone else,
pretend you’re talking to someone else,
pretend you’re someone good,
someone happy,
someone brave,
someone smart.
Pretend to be anyone,
anyone at all,
anything but this sickening hairless ape
that’s going to die
and then nothing.
Pretend you’re an immortal soul.
Pretend you love it.
Pretend you don’t watch the days
slipping off the calendar
like a prisoner waiting for release.
Pretend you wouldn’t destroy the world
if you could.
Pretend that you can believe a single word
of what comes out of your own mouth.
Never be what you are.
Never find who you are.
Never reach out, never ask for help,
never stop hiding,
never start living.
Never let anything touch you.
Never let it out,
it’s too disgusting,
they wouldn’t approve.
Never hope.
Never ever hope.
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