I don't know why some people are the way that they are, but that shouldn't change who you are. Just stay good and lovely and sweet, even when people are mean to you. Anger is no good.
I try my best to love people as much as I possibly can.
I build you back up in my head. I pick up the jagged pieces of all the sharp words you said. My emotions battle within my head but I always know which ones to throw out. I feel like I heal my wounds by seeing the good in you. I filter out all of the bad and throw it away time and time again. I pretend that all is perfect because I wish it was. Then you come storming in and so quickly break apart every little piece that I just so delicately put back together and most of the time you don't even know it. I'm on the floor trying to put these pieces back together again and I don't know if I can make them fit.
I'll figure it out though, I always do,
but only because I have to.