in search of comfort
Dear Sugarplum Fairy,
Call me stupid if you must but this much is enough- of pretending that i am alright just the way i am. You call it obsession, while i, a mere perception of ‘comfort’. And as above, you may call me an idiot for i have no care. We are all unique and this is me in your face, frank and fat. Cheers to them, those who can live with it. I am envious but pardon me, its quite an ordeal to be someone else. Hopefully, this will change one fine day. But no, not today nor tomorrow and the weeks ahead. I am too awkward in this flesh and I sure don’t want to hear your talks about beauty beyond skin deep because i, for one, believe in it just as blood to religion- which unfortunately equates to my being equivalent of a mad cow and no less. Just leave me be darlings and please, put the goddamn food away.
This is for me because i need it.
By any means necessary.
So please leave me alone. I thank you in advance.
