Look for a dark room

I want to run away.
run to somewhere far.
where nobody can get mad at me,
where i cannot mess up.

Im looking for a room,
an empty room.
that is dark and has padded walls.
so i can think and realize that Im nothing at all.

i always say the wrong things
at the wrong time.
i get screamed at for not knowing.
but it wasn’t my fault.
i know Im nothing at all.

crying is my hobby
looking at myself is my favorite thing to do.
and making people hate me is my job.
i stand in front of that mirror on my wall.
realizing Im nothing at all.

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Things

It might seem crazy
but it’s the truth
why do we do things,
we aren’t supposed to do?

It’s a matter of opinion,
or matter of the fact
that we always do bad things,
behind peoples backs?

Yes we do it,
and we know it’s bad
but sometimes those times,
can be the best we ever had.

But sometimes it will backfire
and stare into your eyes
when you want to

know the truth
but your mind tells you lies.

Then you realize those lies
help you find the truth,
and the reason why we do the bad things
people tell us not to do

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