Unspoken words dance with my thoughts,
Regrets fail to fade with time.
I feel a shot at the mention of the past,
So young and foolish,
Yet you chose to hate me for my ignorance.
Your mind is wavering, like mine once did,
Should I show you sympathy?
Should I show you hatred?
No. I am not bound by your errors.
I will not judge in your time of need.
Hatred screams at me. Revenge taunts me.
Should I give in?
Once insulted for being happy,
Fake for suicidal thoughts.
"Fake" but you did not see the cuts on my wrist.
You did not see the missed meals.
And now I see yours.
What should I do?
You're dying, but I'm flying.
You're drowning, but I'm soaring.
Only pity is felt, I cannot care for one so cruel.
Maybe you will fix yourself,
Because I've only known "garbage".
The truth is darling,
We are strangers.
~ Rose Tyler
