misunderstood.
i've worked so hard to prove to myself that i was worth it. but it never pays off.
in the end, i'm just tired.
physically
mentally
emotionally
tired.
i give up.
they call me a show off. or a teacher's pet. or a kiss up.
there is one. his name is pig.
he rolls around in things he does not understand. and makes them worse.
his eyes.
they tell me everything.
a light brown hue.
gleaming in ways that are indescribable.
he thinks i don't know how he feels about me. but i do.
he tries to hide it with hatred that is beyond fake.
but it hurts.
he doesn't understand.
how much words can hurt.
especially if they are thrown the way he throws them.
he doesn't understand.
that i don't work this hard to prove myself to anyone but
myself.
what he does understand is that i'm strong.
stronger than he is.
he plays with the cat.
he's bound to get scratched.
but i'm a fragile cat.
i act like the words don't get to me.
and i throw them back in his face.
and then he's hurt. I know he is.
the difference between his words and mine is.
his words land in my thoughts.
and they stay there.
they accumulate with all of the other thoughts.
and form something much.
much larger.
song for this chapter|| the a team- ed sheeran
