I sit here,
Not even knowing my own feelings.
You laugh and joke
like nothing's wrong,
and maybe nothing IS wrong...
with you.
I cry and pray,
hopeing I can find the answer.
So vounerable,
so scared,
so STUPID!
Why don't I know?!
Why can't I figure it out?!
You sit and presume to know my feelings...
how can YOU know when I PULL MY HAIR OUT trying to figure it out?!
Do I love you?
Few months ago I knew the answer...
clear as day.
Now I sit here
Feeling 3 again.
3 again,
but with a little more power.
Power to pick up my mess.
Power to fake a smile,
But not enough power to control my actions.
My mind's a mess,
same as my life,
same as my room...
when I was 3...
