My Insides Feel Rotten, I Dont Feel Like A Real Person

the only thing I’m grinding are my teeth by accident

I tap the mic. “Most people don’t want to crawl down your chimney and steal your dog.”

the crowd murmurs uncertainly.

“If someone wants to steal your dog,” I continue, “there are easier ways to do that. They don’t have to crawl into a chimney.”

Murmuring intensifies. People stand in their seats and begin to boo.

“People disguising themselves as chimney sweepers and stealing dogs is not a rational fear,” I shout. “Literally anyone could steal your dog. Why make sweeping chimneys illegal?”

“I have a list of chimney sweeps who stole dogs from parks!” Someone yells, throwing a shoe.

“You seriously think no chimney sweepers could possibly ever steal from a home?” Another cries.

“Only a dog thief would even want to crawl into a chimney to begin with!” Says a third.

A single tear rolls down my cheek. They are all so fucking stupid

This is a metaphor

I have this silly little feeling in my chest that's making me want to die

Who up wanting to slam their head through the wall

If I'm yours, I'm yours. I don't even notice anyone else.

the urge to disappear to see if anyone notices

i like speaking nonsense. i find things there sometimes.

singing alone in my own home at night is such a fun experience no one here to call me out when i miss a lyric!! no one to tell me i sound like shit!!!

i love singing it's such a fun way of stimming for me tbh