you leave me half empty, and by the time i get home - half full. i hate you through my very pores.
squeeze myself shut tight like revolving doors stuck in my careless step. i won't utter a single sound for your benefit or pleasure. i know you love mocking me. you think i couldn't do the same just as easily?
i hate you as much as i hate my self. my anger measures to the moon and back
but i mustn't dare give a single sign.
so you leave me here,
helpless and as alone as i could possibly be
because, well, you knew. and i let you.

on no circumstances will i bow so low to hit you back. hard.

the worst part is that YOU are to blame.
YOU, and i dare point my lousy fingers at you,
you who can't help but constantly show off and say how brilliant you are.
but i know who you really are. you're insignificant.

you're such a fucking hypocrite.
my temperature rises when you enter the room. i BOIL.

Garastāvoklis: HATE
Mūzika the knife - jen's sneaking