no darling, it’s not for the attention. it’s not for the sexualized words you mention.
it’s not me wanting to please someone or the aim that you start to like me, hun..
it’s about me being me. it’s about trying to be free
in things you just don’t get and in the rules y’all do set.
it’s not for you, it’s for me. it’s not for anyone else, you see? there’s a difference. I don’t post pictures for attention, but I voice my opinion to initiate others’ comprehension.
so, if you think it’s appropriate to judge a person because of their cover, you’re one of those why I’m not a people-lover. I become a misanthrope. I lose hope in humanity and I’m doubting your sanity.
why can’t we leave others alone if they do no harm?
why are we so alarmed by others if they are unarmed?
if they just reach out, what’s that all about?
an attack is not always an attack. just because it comes from behind your back.
it doesn’t have to be a stab. it could be a tap without a trap.
I don’t like how the world spins at times. I feel like everyone’s head is spinning so much that they don’t see signs anymore. we know that crimes are bad and still so many are going mad. others are sad and life on its own seems like a fad.
how did it become like that? why did we stop living and ended up in this rat race?
where no one feels at peace or at home and if they do, they could lose it in a minute? it’s like that, innit?
we’re just waiting for the chaos to come by. without asking why. waiting for closure after on-going exposure.
I just want to scream, but nothing changes. I want to scream and shout, just to rearrange things.
the only thing shifting is my energy to rage. like I was stuck between the now and a pubescent age.
want to shake someone’s shoulder just to get the attention. for my words to find a place which was always my intention.
not being too much or too less. not being too loud or too shy.
being allowed to fully be myself, it’s hard to get by
not going to lie but I won’t quit.
I won’t hold my tongue.
and I’m willed to scream
at the top of my lungs.
© Sarah Pilgerstorfer 2022-07-01