You've seen my face
You know I'm a disgrace
To this family and you
But can't you see it too?
The way they whisper into each other's ears
The way they snicker when you're not there
And am I a bad person for agreeing with the things they said?
Or do you believe their words have just crawled inside my head?
Who here is really on the receiving end?
Because in This Family there is no real friend
To neither you nor me
But that's something you can't see
Don't take me wrong, this isn't so out of the blue
There has never been such a thing as a "us", only "you"
So I'll take my leave and turn my back
Asking if there is something I lack
YOU ARE READING
A few sentiments
PoetryEverything is in shambles, but that's just how it is with nonsense writings. It contains (very) short stories, poetry, and just words in general that are strung together and might or might not hold some meaning. Basically anything my sleep deprived...
