Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Wrong Me

Psychotic
Disgusting
Emotional wreck
You tell me this in good faith
You pack the punches
I'm not allowed to feel anything at all
If I fall, I've got to get up right away
or you'll yell and call me a childish weakling with broken feet
If I stutter, just pull my tongue and tie it in a knot
because you'd rather I not say anything at all anyway

I'm not as strong as you 
and you remind me like it's my fault
how dare I be brought up this way
I should have chosen better feelings every day 

Can't you be nicer with your love?

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