"I know"

"You mess everything up."
I know, I'm sorry. I don't like it either. I don't do it on purpose, and I don't do it for fun. I don't want to drive people away, I don't want to ruin peoples times. I don't want people to steer clear and to despise me for what I am and what I do. But it just... Happens. And I can't seem to control it.
She comes home every day and locks herself in her room to cry as loud as she can at the top of her lungs until her throat hurts. And when her family comes home, she wipes away the tears and fixes her face to walk down stairs with same fake smile she's worn for a while. "They don't suspect a thing."

Thanks for reading! Okay, this is just an intro don't worry it gets kinda better! But I just felt like writing this. And listen to the song while reading this it adds effect. So comment and rate! Thanks!