Pit in my stomach.

Lump in my throat that won’t move…

Sat here, by myself.

Drowned by my own thoughts.

Downed by my lack of virtues.

And abandoned here.

Imitating you…

You know how to act, don’t you?

Apparently so…

You know this world’s “rules”.

You know what I’m meant to be.

So I’ll indulge you…

I’ll alter myself.

And inside… die silently…

Without fight and fuss…