When the world seems to be on different axis, why is it I feel you don't love me?
Or maybe you can see my thoughts.
All of a sudden my vulnerability causes shame, because I know, you know I'm crazy.
You survive me because you choose to, yet I feel I have you trapped. How do you love someone like me?
Don't look at me like that! Ahhh, please God help me keep my mouth shut. Feelings pass, and this will to. Thank you for apologies.