My lips started moving,
Because I needed to pour out my self-absorbed mingd,
But with yours you silenced my cries for help.
Now you're talking about how life projects its expectations on you,
And how a crackle on your soul means that your pain is greater.
I was seeking support but "Your feelings are not valid" she said,
Standing there listening to your 21st centuray ordinary shit,
I was wondering if your words were true
But it's not friendship if you're the only one speaking.
My mistake was to look for a mirror in someone
Who can only refect the stories they make up in their mind.
But maybe as you said, my feelings are not valid.
