sit there and continue judging me.
let others tell you “truth” about me.
let others mold your mind about me.
let others define me.
that’s this this will ever be.
you will never give me any validation.
i have no voice.
i am silence.
it is only a matter of time before it’s completely dark in here and things get violent.
My life is being smothered because of emotions stirred up and twisted by a stranger. No one would completely understand me because no one would ever completely believe me.
“They would let him get away with murder, but still see him as a saint”
Another mans friend is my enemy. But no one would ever understand because they weren’t directly looking at the receiving end. So for now let’s just pretend. Let us pretend what happened “wasn’t all that bad” lets just pretend that this person didn’t titivate all I had, lets just pretend “that I spent most nights at miscellaneous places” lets just pretend that they were the good ones, trying to be my friend.