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.