so you've learned to breath, you can now swim miles without tilting your head. choke, i dare you.
let me slide through your fingers. you can wash me off, yet i'll somehow always be there, in between your toes, under your fingernails.
(i'll be scraping your skin off piece by piece)
no matter how much good you've done, none of it ever matters. they teach you to smell the roses yet forget to teach you about the wolf.
you're supposed to figure it out on your own.
i will not sit down until i am eaten alive. i know you are overly amused by my failure, oh society, being who you claim to be. yet you are nothing but a cruel wind and some pink paint. (it's peeling off like skin.)
hush now. you're getting in the way. we want to watch her cry. we want to see if she is just as bratty as they claim she is. we want to watch her slip and fall. we want to watch them fight.
so what if i cry too loud, with my fingers dragging through my knees as the carpet burns my ankles? i can see the eyes of a wolf far off, he is crying to himself and drowning in self defeat.
i haven't learned my lesson yet.
