Am I really that much of a problem am I tone deaf to the vain that I speak? Do I really never listen, constantly interupt, and drenched so deep in selfishness that I wreak? Am I really that much of an issue no one is fighting when I am around. Thats why this teepee of a bedroom is home Because if I step out don't know how to stop the sound. Am I really that horrible to close to no one rushes up to see me like sea does to sand. And the worst part of it all is falling in love because I could freeze and shatter their hearts with ust the single touch of my hand. I wish being me didn't **** so much and maybe I'm just better off dead. Because no matter how oblivious I am to my bloodthirsty language I'll still play the victim in my head.