I'm sorry I'm not perfect, or special, or clean. I'm sorry I'm not meant to be, the perfectionist with esteem. Sorry that I'm a klutz, with a little bit of luck. Sorry if I get most As, and it isn't enough. Sorry that I can't be your little godling child. Sorry if I'm a little lazy and prefer my solitude. If I rolled over and died would you miss me? I took away your smile on that faithless day. WE never laugh and play like we did before. It makes me cry, it makes me whine. I should just be silenced. Oh so sweetly silenced.
Ry Dusk Nikolai · Mon Jan 01, 2007 @ 06:33pm · 0 Comments |