Ugh. There's so much I want to say.
I'm past the point of blaming others.
Why am I so imperfect?
So selfish and arrogant and stuck-up?
Why do I associate so much value to my being when I'm really so insignificant?
Why can't I accept defeat or move on and still think I'm worth more?
Don't actions speak louder than words?
Don't weaker dogs bark louder?
Why is your hand so far from mine, yet still so warm?
Why can't you smile at me!?
Stop, don't look at me with those eyes!
Don't you dare pity me!
Don't you dare feel sorry!
Don't deny I ever happened!
Please.
Don't deny my existence.
 Polyester Dreams · Sat Jan 04, 2014 @ 05:03am · 0 Comments |
