The Truth Hurts
I hear it everyday repeating over and over again…
They don't care at all.
I'm trying,
I'm a great and useful worker.
I am tired,
I am bored.
My efforts are worthless and go in vain,
Nothing done is good enough and it is my fault no matter what reality vents I have read.
If I am angry, I am deemed as crazy and undeserving of emotion,
If I am not angry, I am careless and apathetic.
I'm not allowed to ask for space, for I get ignored and blamed as someone who doesn't love anyone,
However, I am expected to respect everyone else's space or “It's the end of the world!” and I am considered dangerous.
I have to look at everyone directly with eye contact because it's “disrespect” not to,
If I look at people with eye contact, people say, “Why are you looking at me like that?” and some people have the audacity to think I'm flirting.
I am not allowed to protect my energy for I must be humble,
But I hate being among energy that isn't mine. It is completely invasive and negative energy spews everywhere.
People don't respect me and get upset when I don't respect them,
Those same people get jealous when people truly respect me and I truly respect them.
I shouldn't be afraid to ask for help,
If anyone helps me, I am supposed to suck it up like an “adult”.
There's going to many people claiming that I am lying,
But it is people that empathize who see my truth that I know adamantly is true.
No lie can hide a facade,
No amount of material can buy me to believe crass.
The truth is the truth that never lies.
Therefore, I am not afraid if anything happens to me,
Truth is what it is.
If you want to know who I am, you can read my numerology:
Victoria Alicia Jones
05.22.2005
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Sometimes, existing can be exhausting. Most times, actually. I hear you.