You are the sun, mom said.
The one who lights up the world.
The one who burns anyone who flies too close.
Somehow you coasted this far in life,
A feather drifting in a gentle breeze,
Made it through no merit of your own
Leeched off every well-wisher.
You are a pusher.
You have pushed everyone away,
You make things worse,
People smell your desperation
and now know keep far away.
No one is ever unkind about it;
They simply nod and slowly back off.
And you find yourself choking,
Paralyzed further by your own inability
To just fucking talk to a human.
And soon you start to wonder,
How does everyone else do it?
How the fuck is everyone else able to just be normal?
And why is it so impossible for you?
Sun
By
Chrysalis 