I'm not her she is pretty I'm sun worn She is kind I am harsh She never speaks her mind I don't care how you reply to mine She is perfect I am far from it.
It's kinda cool how when life is normal rainy days make me lethargic and unmotivated. But when life is hard and I'm struggling rainy days are the greatest comfort, as if the earth is crying with me saying that I'm allowed to feel it all
outcast they say go away with their eyes those looks will always be louder than their words do they meet in secret to plan my demise or are they perfectly evil on a whim social situations have never been my strength but this this is not on me is it?