"I want the truth."
You can't handle it.
"Please… just tell me."
You can’t fuckin' help me—
If you knew what I do
I'd ruin everything you ever knew
“I’m a therapist…”
What if SpongeBob was never happy,
But his smile was a coping mechanism?
What if every annoying “Yehhahahaha!” was a cry?
Patrick, please help me.
Sandy, I’m hurting.
I need you to hear this cry
Beyond my laugh and smile.
What if he works for Mr. Krabs for free
Because he needs some acceptance—
Begging Squidward for friendship
Because he needs someone smarter to save him?
Maybe that’s why it hurts so much
When that boy cries.
Because he don’t shed tears.
He suppressed everything…
For years.
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Author:
nehemiah adams (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: July 4th, 2025 17:13
- Comment from author about the poem: Maybe everything isn't what it seems
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