How come you aren't tired of me yet?
I yell
Don't take things seriously
I'm loud
I'm quiet
I'm rude
I always see the worst
I never believe you
Im scared of most things
I isolate myself
I'm stubborn
I ignore you
I roll my eyes
I lose my temper easily
I never pay attention
I poke and prod
I agitate you on purpose
I'm nothing but a
Problem.
Yet..
You're still here.
You never left me
You're always here for me
You never blame me.
Why?
I'm always shouting, crying, mad, scared..
The list goes on, why aren't you tired of me?
You're still here, why?
Aren't you tired of me?
YOU ARE READING
Thoughtless
Short StoryShort stories that I'm writing at night when I should be sleeping, just thoughts, some as short as one sentence. Some sad, some happy, scared, ect. So, enjoy my fellow insomniacs
