Every time I get angry
I taught myself
So that he won’t explode
Just hurt yourself
Every time I want to point barbs
I just point them at myself
That way no one gets hurt
No one gets hurt
Unaffected by my life in any way,
Continuing through summer and music and friends and family and animals and fun
On a scale from 10 to -10
Can’t I just have a 1?
Even just a 1?
I don’t know why he’s zero, but I love him all the same and I don’t know why he keeps trying to be -10 but I swear it’s not him
It can’t be.
But I don’t know why.
I keep checking looking around
Trying to take it in
So maybe I could find just…just anyone at all I don’t care
No more fghting over me and what I should do
I still feel like an equal to them but not to the person and the person’s friend behind me on the sidewalk.
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