how far can i go for people to realize that i‘m actually a **** person

i‘m tired or healing a soul i didn‘t break.

and in the second you took your steps out of the room
the feelings of guilt came in like a stomping bear
my music changed from sunshine to melancholy
and my mind went from the waves of an ocean to the thunder of a storm

my legs are weak like a feader

my heart is beating like a woodpecker

my mind is racing like a rollercoaster

and in between of that

am i

somewhere

how did my evenings turn into darkness again?

like a sunflower lowers its head after sunset

am i getting bad again?

even the anticipation turned into a nightmare

she’s surrounded of people she knows
but they are surrounded of someone they don’t know
because they don’t wanna know her
but they know each other
expect of her
so why should they
know
her.