Crybaby point of view
They call me crybaby. Apparently every time you look at me, there's a fresh new pair of salty tears dripping down my face. I tend to ignore their remarks. It seems that every time I do something nice, something triggers me to start up the water works again. Everyone always calls me crybaby. They laugh at me and call me weak. I smile. At least I try to. They say the stupidest things make me cry.
They don't know anything.
I guess I take things too hard and too seriously. My heart is bigger than my brain it seems. Some days I sob for what seems like years.
Other days I laugh. No one knows where the laughter comes from. I don't even know where the laugher comes from.
I lost all my friends and seemed to have lost hope. But the laughter gathers in my throat and lets out in the oddest times. Despite the laughter, I remain crybaby. I remain a weakling to them.
I'd just love to see them in my shoes for one day.
*end of Crybaby. Next is dollhouse:)
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Crybaby (Melanie Martinez)
FanfictionFor all you crybabies out there, this is the non official point of view of Melanie Martinez's character crybaby. I don't own crybaby or the story/album. This is a work of fanfiction
