quite chamomile and loud simmering

Here’s the tea,

Surrounding yourself around chaos but yet you pray for calmness
but when life becomes free of turmoil where does all that fun go?

preparing to hit the trigger for their next target
but hey please don’t point that trigger at me tho

Preaching about being kind but when are you going to show that
kindness to me tho?

Being the target for someones truth or dare games because I was seen as “ugly”

When your value is based on only being able to answer:
“what’s the farthest you’ve gone with a guy, 1st base, 2nd base or 3rd” because wow I didn’t know this was a game of baseball

I think I need some alcohol living just stings a little, but hey don’t forget the isopropyl for the wounds ey

Heartbreaks over little breaks but hey you win some and you lose some
Except I think I lost, the biggest heartbreak was the one where I broke my own, not the heartbreaks that people put me through

I hear the blues playing, I grew learning to fear myself, but how do I just be myself?

Is the silence too loud for you or do you need the loudness to be silenced?