In the Confessional ASMR by Kian McHugh

In the Confessional ASMR

I stole m&ms in high school 

And I’ve befriended some dealers

I’m eager to cry

Because a boy hardly gets to

When a boy cries once a year, he is lucky

For some don’t cry at all

I enjoy slow bike rides over the bridge

Someone speeds past me and whines

On your left

Something comes over me and I yell

Nice sandals

I beat an eating disorder 

Where I threw up when I got anxious

I beat depression 

after I beat Adderall addiction 

I beat the inclination to pick up the phone 

When it’s too late for normal conversation

Because he might bring up suicide or something

I work odd jobs so I can write 

Something about I survived

So I can be an example for the sad kid

Who gets high with the other sad kids

And loves stealing m&ms 

Because it feels like fighting back