i think it is normal
when a seven years old girl asking her parents
to make her very her own bedroom,
called her selfish, she doesn't care.

i think nothing is wrong
when someone refuse to go out
just because she want to stay in her bedroom tonight
called her lame, whatever.

i think two days straight
is not too long for not talk to anyone
called her a loner, she don't mind.

i think, perhaps some people were
designed to be alone
and that's
fine.

I'm tired.
Tired of everything.
I just want to sleep,
And never wake up again.

No, I'm not lazy,
I'm not running away from life.
I'm just tired of the world and myself,
And too tired to change anything.

she waits until the door closes,
and pauses,
and listens,
while her hands grip the bathroom counter,
white like the first blizzard of a snowy December,
and hawklike she listens,
for the slightest creak of the floorboards,
for a stifled hum or a muffled footstep,
and when she hears no one,
her face begins to break,
like a piece of china crashing to the ground in slow motion,
and with one shuddering breath,
she allows herself to fall to pieces.

you ask me why i'm nervous
and in my head i reply,
i don't want you to uncover
the parts of me that i despise.