My words will never be as beautiful as you expect them to be
My thoughts are part of the reason that I want to flee
Sometimes I wish for my perspective to be wiped clean
Sometimes I think it's best for me to never be seen
For the thought of hurting others kills my heart and soul
It seems that my peers would not mind if my story were to never unfold
My words may never be enough for you
But they aren't meant for you
So why bother
/k.p./
