Its hard to label when one can relate.
Especially when the factors they carry are qualities within yourself that you've grown to hate
You know how they feel.
You're aware of that adrenaline rush when you watch them steal.
You know the sensation in the pit of the stomach when you see them kiss
Its the fulfillment of loneliness, forever dreaded to miss.
When you gaze into those glass eyes and toothy smile,
You recognize the small sense of happiness you wished wouldn't leave after a short while.
When the scars shine through the skin to reveal the freshly cut wounds
You remember that fragile feeling of being trapped in your own little thought cocoon
If only one could escape