Work Text:
When I was younger, I was emotionally constipated
Too cowardly to speak up, to the people I hated
I kept it all in, despite being treated like shit
My pride is where they chose to spit
Now I’m afraid I’ve become too blunt
I call everything as it is, with no regrets
My emotions are plain, I don’t keep up a front
And I wield my voice against all threats.