Well Meaning Idiots


I think you might have

Some sort of personality



I mean, look at you.

You’re a mess.


Your other friends say nothing

Because they think it is

Easier for you

Than presenting you with the truth.


They mean well,

But they are a bunch of idiots.

You know that.


They withhold what you need:

The truth about your


You know I love you man.

I just want you well.”


Damn, I wasn’t listening again.

Was he talking to me?


About ~Drew

I am a survivor of childhood torture. Each day, I put one foot in front of the other, moving forward. To do any less would spell my own destruction. My music/poetry/prose deal with the devastating effect of this kind of abuse on a human being: me. My experiences/thoughts/ideas/misconceptions are exposed here for all to see. Here. I am lain bare, naked, hidden only be the cloak of anonymity.
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