as i shave clouds and silver linings from my sleep
glare at me, and i'll glare too
as you tear my heart and hopes, as i weep
no use of me crying
so you can keep lying
but when i look into your eyes
we both know your words aren't lies
hours spent, you crying on my shoulder
but when i cry back, you're suddenly colder
i would ask what's wrong
but you tell me already
it's been way too long
since you made me unsteady
i guess there's something to hate
even though i thought it was great
my confidence is destroyed
because you seemed annoyed
you know i am breakable
and you tear that down
tell me i'm not capable
then ask why i frown
what should i do?
i'm not that tough
should i hate you?
or me, because i'm not enough
i wrote this about two people. one was one of my very talented friends who was constantly stuck in the past, making it difficult to rely on her. the other person was one of my closest friends, who was a narcissist.