Silent As The Tomb
There is an inconvenience here
It is you
Your survival
Your struggle
Your refusal to surrender
It offends us
This isn’t about you
It’s about us
It’s about our feelings
Our suffering
Our rewrite of your life
Our refusal to admit our ignorance
Our incuriosity
Our desire to fit the narratives
That everyone loves
Every second you are still here
You ruin the narrative
You are the selfish one
With your thoughts
And your survival
And your intangible reasons
We want the attention
We want the perception of wisdom
The perception of concern
You are just the prop
We are the true survivors
We tolerate your physical presence
That should be enough
That should show you we care
If you cannot do it
If you still fight
Then do us a favor
And stay silent
So we can still play pretend
