They tell me that I'm special I smile and shake my head
I'll give them stories to tell friends about the things I said
They tell me I'm so humble I say I'm turning red
They let me lie to them and don't feel like they've been misled
i sleep with 2 pillows, one for my head and another to hug but not because "ooohhh im such a lonely incel and i will never achieve love" but because hugging something is a good way of getting shoulder pains