It's to loud,
I can't even see the clouds.
I can't breathe.
I'm not selfish, I'm tired.
I'm trying.
I can't think.
Why am I so angry?
I didn't want this, I thought I was past it.
I thought I was better.
Why did you have to say that?
"She's just as bad as before."
"Brat never learns."
There's a broken mirror and shards of glass in the sink.
Tears a flowing like invisible ink.
I'm numb to the words you through at me,
Because you can't even begin to be
As dissopointed as I am in me.
