This is so much bigger than
any one person or role or moment.
This isn’t just about shallow whatever
or individual betrayal.
It’s about the entire scaffolding of shallow humanity.

The kind that says:
Just be nice.
Don’t make it awkward.
Don’t say too much.
Forgive and forget.
Be grateful it wasn’t worse.

The kind that celebrates “healing” as long as it’s quiet
and only if you follow the exact same path
THAT ONLY EVER REALLY WORKS
IN THAT ONE CIRCUMSTANCE
WITH THE SAME SET OF VARIABLES
As long as you don’t inconvenience anyone
As long as you don’t get too real

The kind of humanity that demands your softness
while refusing to give any of its own.

It’s cowardice disguised as kindness.
Spiritual bypassing dressed in self-care language.
It’s smiles over rot.
Likes over listening.
Thoughts and prayers and vibes instead of action.

I held my soul in the dirt under your hands
and watched the world look away.
And I saw more clearer than ever…
Shallow humanity.

I’m done pretending the problem is wanting more.

This world is too shallow.
I can’t keep pretending otherwise.