Wednesday, March 25, 2009
♥ 8:23 PM
It's because at times like thise, I feel so stressed and pressured, but I don't see you making a move to actually help relieve me, or make an effort to comfort me. I'm unable to move forward, and yet I see you playing and making a fool of yourself. I'm working so hard, so very hard, I'm pushing myself to the very end, I'm teetering on the brink of collapse and still you insist on stuff being done your way.
Do you know how it feels like when you're at your wits end and you've no where else to run? No where to put your face, no one to to approach, no one to seek solace in? I'd love to confide in you, but you never gave me the chance, you're always otherwise occupied, I never seem important enough, and honestly, I'm rather tired of always acting on your whims and fanices, instead of actually going about the way I want to.
Why are we like this, it's inane, it's insane, but we seem unable to change. I'm like a puppet in your ongoing calliope melody,
but we're not in sync anymore, I can't dance on anymore.
The string broke.
It's because at times like thise, I feel so stressed and pressured, but I don't see you making a move to actually help relieve me, or make an effort to comfort me. I'm unable to move forward, and yet I see you playing and making a fool of yourself. I'm working so hard, so very hard, I'm pushing myself to the very end, I'm teetering on the brink of collapse and still you insist on stuff being done your way.