Another round of being blamed, of being in the way. This always happens to me. It's always my fault, though I stopped touching things that aren't mine long ago. I always said something, though I'm the quiet one. I'm the problem, though I try to help people. I'm always the one to lend a hand, though they bite it when I get near.
What is it about me that people hate so much? Why is it that I can never get a grip? Whose fault is it, really? Where do I belong? When will I learn to face reality? How can I dream that it will ever happen?
 Mightyenapup · Mon Mar 03, 2008 @ 12:31am · 0 Comments |
