Go ahead.
Be my guest, try to imagine all the pressure I go through each day.

Teenage angst is not something that ordinarily ices over me but now, I just can't help it.
The hot tears burn my cheeks because the one time I try, I really, really try to tell you, you don't even slightly understand.

So I feel alone.

Cause if you don't want to hear it, no one will.

And you say I'm dramatic.

Because all the tears that are coming out now are from my self centered nature, right?
Not from my long week, or my insecurities, not form all the heat that burns me from putting on this mask again and again every single time I walk through the door.

No, I'm sorry, my bad, I didn't mean to waste your time.