so simple to twist a truth into a lie to make it more cozy, easier to live with.
i would carelessly laugh when the good ones tried to remind me, and i would scream when the bad ones wouldn't let me forget.
i covered my ears when i shouldn't have because false hopes about what had already been, were better than harsh honesties.
call me crazy, everyone does.
call me broken, because maybe i am.
but you'll never be able to call me sad, or let down.
because where i come from, i'm not. and i wasn't.
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