Lies. Self preservation. The differences between me and you. Sick of suspicion. Being blamed for everything that goes wrong. Sick of anger. Your rage. Sick of disconnection and no affection. No respect. Sick of being second class because you are God. I gave up happiness. Love. I never knew such things and you never wanted it. I'm sick of living the life you want. Sick of the reality we live in. The fiction we are forced to portray. Your rules. Your playing field. My loss. I'm just so sick of it.
I saved the day when you needed me but that turned to more resentment. Why?
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