juvenile with your harsh profanities and gritty teeth grabbing ahold of me puncturing my flesh
i want to be more like God and i’m trying so hard
i read inspirational poetry books in the mirror and around you, i smile in fear do things rehearsed and pre-planned and you don’t even notice because the main focus is you
façade strong happy blushing faces all day long
that’s not who i am and you’re the one who should know me best but you don’t.
and i don’t understand how you plan to take me down to the pits of the earth’s core because i want to be more like who i adore and that’s just not you.
i want to be more of myself without you. it’s always you, you, you and never “how are you?” and it’s just…i’m looking for the bare minimum over here and you won’t even give me that. how do you think i feel about that? and i don’t care about some teenage antics, i just don’t care anymore. and that’s just how it is. i don’t understand why we have to bring down others for the sake of bringing ourselves up. it just makes me realize you aren’t a good friend, but you think you are and that’s the scary part.