people make you scream
until you can't breathe.
people surround me
and make me cry when i'm scared.
i don't like people.
people don't like me.
-:-
another boring day at work
my boss is commanding and
my colleagues are sour
i'm trying not to cry
but their voices get to me
i hide away, surrounded by mirrors
that tell me what i really am.
ugly.
-:-
i know i can't take it anymore.
i don't know how it will end.
should i fire?
suffocate?
fall?
-:-
i still hang from the fan.
no one knows i'm there.
my fragile soul was always alone.
i always hated people.
i'm not around for them to hate.
