everything
like the leaves on the trees,
has to change,

**** it up,
**** it in,
hold it all inside,
up in your head,

learning how not a soul wants a thing to do,
with such a problem like you,
so stop crying about it,
if you must,

hold yourself tight,
even lie to yourself about it,
but never ever,
let it all come flowing out,

no one will be around to pick up the broken pieces,
that you shatter in,

so be like a mirror,
and reflect back at them,
there spitting self image
*as they **** it up.

But I get torn to pieces
For the stupidest reasons

You'd rather I be lonely,
In a bathtub,
With a book,

I want to cry
when I make
a spellig
mistake.