Hivemind is scary, I feel vulnerable and stupid.
Waiting for a new embarrassment to go and tear right through me. A dependent fruitless animal, watch me brimming with shame.
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, and 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