yes, I am a try-hard I try hard to make people see me yes, I am a people-pleaser I don't want anyone mad at me yes, I'll hop on the bandwagon I don't want to be left behind
is a black cat with white paws one stitched back up from where she finally burst at the end of her long silky black tail is a white tip that I would chew on when I was young her eyes are green her nose pink I've had her since I can remember My beautiful stuffed bella
I extend my hand and try to hold my fingers still Will them into steadiness but yet they tremble and shake nonetheless Wavering ever so slightly that if you never looked you'd never tell so most never tell
Blacked my eye but I won't cry Screamed in my face but I won't cry Called me names but I won't cry I won't I repeat I refuse To shed another tear for you
you drive a black truck with silver accents and now every time I see one similar my heart freezes and anxiety builds you always parked it in the same spot and you watched me I know you did I tried to erase it but the image remains of your stupid stupid black truck with the silver accents