TO BE LIKED
It's a drug
more potent than heroin,
more enticing than sex. That feel
of approval from others. Swept
up in the yesness,
the validation. It's a lie
that cripples us. Leads
us to choose popular
over right, comfortable
over just, inclusion
over kindness. To turn
away from it is pain.
Loneliness and aching worse
than when nicotine leaves your body;
worse than the sorrow when infatuation
ends.
It hurts
to walk alone, until you see
the false smiles and insincere
hugs. Until you know that you are
always, and never
alone.
No comments:
Post a Comment