13 June 2012
I assume You'd call me lost. I thought so too, till I woke from the doubts you-yes you caused.
No, I haven't become comfortably numb. Instead I dusted out; the feelings you've numbed.
I assume You'd call me obscene, unclean But I think I wouldn't be ashamed if mom found my duckie vibes. No, you can't deceive me anymore; that it makes me a slut.
Because Now I'm proud of not being proud of things you tried to make me believe I should; that I should keep myself intact, I should be brittle, so that you can have your joy breaking me.
You failed miserably.
Lost, and Found • Opuss № I