No unwanted conversations or snakes burning their eyes out to forget how amazing I am.
The haters never congratulate; the fraudsters mingle and disassociate.
The pig oinks and climaxes over a bucket of fried chicken.
The haters whisper, trying to peddle a false narrative of success.
I remain silent.
No nasal intrusions; investigating lunch. Gone for a moment are the moments of the boring asking the same question, ‘But what next?’ Inside my mind, I hear laughter – my big brown eyes ask silently, ‘Who the fuck are you?’ I smile.
I remain silent.
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