there are moments I wonder if
anyone even genuinely likes me
there is a difference between
liking someone and tolerating someone
I feel like everyone is doing the latter
because really, I am but
paper without ink
and a bland piece of dough;
I tread lightly and yet I leave behind
Believe me, I tried to clean up this mess, but I fail every time.
I try really hard to keep this side out of your sight, so, please don’t break in, I’m not ready to let this things out. "