BEFORE YOU READ:
Most of this is about my feelings but it all resembles down to how this friend would sometimes treat me , it’s not really an advice kind of post it’s more a poem / story type thing , here we go:
The same exact reasons
The same exact double standards
It’s the kind of anger that actually pains you to explain
Because how can you explain the unexplainable?
The irritation that you can’t quite change
You want to scream but you also don’t anyone to know how your feeling
You feel like no one gets it
No one feels it
How could they?
You don’t want anyone you care about to feel this horrendous , trapped , not being able to eacape feeling
And yet we still, we still wind each other up
We claim things that our not ours but our everyone’s to enjoy
But we talk about them like we own them
We walk around like we are the only person that knows that thing exsists
We push buttons in order to gain our own self righteousness
And why do we play such games?
I wish I knew the answer , I really Do
Than at least I could finally understand myself , or this feeling
To get rid of this surge that comes out of no where to run through my body like poison
I’ll wait for the day I know how to solve this strange feeling
The feeling of wanting to wind myself up, the feeling of people I thought were on my side to seem like they’re laughing at me , the feeling where my mind looks for problems
My head, is going to explode!
your wind ups, your games will be the end of me
And who cleans that up?
Owning a piece of art doesn’t seem that important anymore
Thank you for reading , this blog is literally the only thing that keeps me sane
Your ever hopeful seventeen year old xoxo