I walk in the room
Not meaning to hear
Looking for the wire
Hearing her voice
Looking through that revealing window
All I see
The smoke is flooding through me
The worst betrayal
She said she had stopped
All was lies
Again and Again
A merry-go-round
I'm done!
I hate it
Just because I'm small
Hear my voice through a megaphone
My megaphone voice is never heard
I continue to stare
To remember
The gut wrenching smell
The disgusting hugs and kisses
The vile smog licking my cheeks
As if we were friends
I am pulled out
By the words from her lips
Counseling.
Very big word
I think to myself what possible meanings it could have
The only thing I could think...
Giving Up.
