You disappoint me.
You all do. And I’ll admit it right now; I hate you all.
It's all make believe, isn't it?
The only thing that will be heard from my lips, Will be words that I have failed to say out loud. Because I can’t pemit myself to reconstruct myself To fit in with the click you allow yourself to be in. So I repeat lyrics from a song well-known; Tonight the headphones will deliver the words I can’t say. Funny how this is the first thing I think. Somehow, it relates to what I feel....
Covered in scars I did nothing to earn
My homework that night at therapy was to make a list of all the expectations that I have for the way other people treat me. Some of the things I listed were, do what you say you are going to do, be honest, be happy for me when good things happen and of course, to be nice to me. My therapist told me that my expectations were pretty pathetic, and that those are things that ALL humans should be, and...
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