Why so serious?

Is it like this for everyone? When you finally came to terms with yourself, was it met with this much resistance from others?

Why can no one understand me? I’m not speaking gibberish. That’s only when I’m asleep.

Why am I living in a state of deja vu? I can’t see the future. No one can.

So stop acting like I know why this is happening to me, please? I’m as confused as you.

I’m a delicate creature, stop poking me. Stop proding. Poking fun. THIS IS NOT FUN.

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