It means nothing. Absolutely nothing.
It means there are no french fries greasing my fingers.
It means I am bored. To death. Literally. Almost.
It means I didn’t sleep well without my comfort human.
It means test results are concerning.
It means you don’t know me and that’s why you can’t read me.
It means you didn’t try, not really.
It means I am not masking to make you feel better.
It means you make me feel worse.
It means I am not safe with you.
It means surely you wouldn’t. How could you? You did.
It means I will never trust you again.
It means you are uncomfortable receiving as little as you give.
It means I asked again and again.
It means I have nothing left to give.
It means I am exhausted.
It means I have accepted The Nothing.
It means I am done screaming silence.
It means I finally believe you when you say you are lacking.
It means I am holding you to what you said.
It means I won’t play a part to match the other actors.
It means I want no part of this cruel charade.
It means I am too much.
It means you are too less.
It means this bubble isn’t big enough for your demands on credit.
It means my humanity was weaponized and used against me too many times.
It means I am so fucking sick of it.
It means access denied, classified and you don’t have clearance.
It means I already left.
It means this is just my face.
-Melissa Donley