Hive mind is scary I feel vulnerable and stupid Waiting for a new embaressment to go and tear right through me A dependent fruitless animal, watch me brimming with shame.
And this confidence I fake only makes matters worse. I am not a stallion, I am just perverse. Hopeless, and docile, and tamed.
Another day I won't remember, another day I wished away. Tedious days punctuated by dismay, everyday feels the same.
It's the routine, It's the regret. That makes me worse yet.
Did I forget your name or make a joke and no-one laughed? Did I come across as stupid or did I cum too fast? This isn't a brave face, this is a mask.
Now I remember it doesn't take much to make me feel small.