music so loud
my ears beg for mercy
look at the clock
seven minutes till 12:30
bored and isolated
but at least no one can hurt me
if it keeps going on like this
think i might leave early
all of a sudden these people that want my time
and they're not in a hurry
but i'm tired and i want to go home
but i don't think they heard me
i guess i'll shut down now
better to be numb than let myself worry
let the girls gossip in my ear
and the guys take my kindness as flirting
keep it to a minimum
i know they don't like it too wordy
but god knows i can't do this anymore
none these people deserve me
trying to focus their moving lips
but the tears have made my vision blurry
but i'll blink them away for now
but that makes me feel so *****
lying not only to them but also myself
maybe of these people i am not worthy

putting in effort
past the point where i should be done
trying to be
the Sierra you need me to be
everything to everyone

a sister
a lover
a confidante
put a quarter in
and get the Sierra you want

nice and sweet
soft and cuddly
honest and blunt
submissive and loyal
a Sierra that succumbs

i'm thinking...
hold on...
i'll run it by you in a minute.

i'm working
as fast i can,
pushing the limit.

the effort
isn't broadcast,
intended to be implicit.

finally i give
you what you want,
how can you miss it?

that's not it?
you want more?
when will i be finished?

good morning
i guess i am awake
gonna show up
even if i know i'll hate today

i'm in a prison of expectations
built by those i love
the happiness you bring never holds
i'll never feel like i am enough

lies upon lies
fitted disguise
pretty faces on demand
to entertain you
throughout the night
but you can't see
the destruction
forming in my mind
all this hate brewing
somewhere just
out of sight

still in this moment
i can't just leave
but somehow
the thought
comforts me
i will wait patiently
what else can i do
there are no
solutions i see
so i'll wait
until they present
themselves
hopefully

i'm right here
but i am far far away
in a place
where i don't feel
as controlled
by your hate
where how i feel
is actually the emotion
i display
somewhere mentally
planning my escape