Triggering
We listen to you
Act the way you want
We stand in the queue
For the things which you can’t.
You don’t hear me
I had a blister in my knee
Taught to stay in the igloo
In the summer out of blue
They waste time differing
Hunting for our flaws
We can see through the gloss
Can’t stand it, that’s just triggering.
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