I hate you.
It's said.
I can't hide it any longer.
I cannot believe its out.
Breathe.
That's what I need to do.
But how can I breathe when you have your hands around my neck?
How can you tell me to be calm, when you're the one that's more stressed out?
I can't keep doing this.
It's like everywhere I turn,
drama.
Left.
Right.
Drama.
I can't keep continue pretending.
Pretending to be someone I am not.
Having two faces.
Putting on one around others.
I understand that your life is kind of bad at the moment,
but it's not an excuse to take it out on us.
I'm tired of being your punch bag.
If I had the chance,
I would love to take all your worries away.
But until then,
please grow the balls and please deal with it.
Life's a sun.
Take the rays
handle it the way you want.
Don't get burned.
Always be happy.
Show the mask that you put on so well.
Show the mask that you put on so well.
Don't let the peers see the pain.
Always, always, always
smile..
