i thought you were going to turn towards the pressures of becoming an adult and entering that world, like college stress and leaving home and having other burdens.. instead it looped back to love.. that’s where it threw me.
this reminds me of myself, as does most of your writing. i was going to bore you with how i can relate, but decided against it. this is just another great example of poetry from brebelles. i love it.
Nice spirit of individualism here – a definite “you don’t know me” brand held high. The last paragraph seems to have a short line and a long line, though. Not sure how I’d extend the short line, but I might cut the word “can” to reflect that it is the choice of people to look shallowly at you that offends.