Oh hey

Look over there

It’s me

Out of my body

Talking to a group of heterosapiens

Listening to me



Is oversharing

When no one cares

And you’re not really there

If you’re not there

and you overshare

Does it matter?

Extra helpings of empty plates,

Experiences from outer space

Disembodied, disconnected

I overshare because

I’m out of place

I take up too much space

Their contempt is plain on their face

I speak, I exist

To admit this is

Asking to much, telling too much

How do you live, how do you thrive

If showing my face is considered


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