You can be beautiful, but make sure to never boast
and if you aren’t, do not vocalize the pain; do not cry, do not post.
If you wish to live a life that will be rejected by those you love most;
recede into yourself. Become shapeless, lifeless. A shell or a ghost.
If conformity is a dagger that your heart surrounds and bleeds onto
and eradication means certain death or a life of obscurity you cannot undo,
then remain. Content and in excruciating pain with every breath that comes into you.
There is nothing left. A pseudo life; not nearly enough. But will suffice until death is due.