2-15-16
The sound of my own name
Makes me cringe.
The talk of what I'm doing,
What I've accomplished,
Who I've become,
Makes me want to throw up.

They don't know what I know-
That I don't deserve an ounce of the credit they're pouring over me.
They don't see through this facade of a smile,
Which is a good thing,
Because they don't need to see the anxiety knotting up my stomach,
The chemicals haunting my brain,
Or the sound inside of my lungs-
The very noise of a fist shattering a glass window,
Or the slamming of car brakes when it's too late.

They can't comprehend what these secretive lyrics really mean,
Or how desperately true they are.

They don't know that I'm so trapped inside of myself
But I'm enough of an outsider by now
To hate myself in third person.

They don't know that I never intended to be so powerful.
I never intended to make this big of an impact,
And to be frank, it scares the shit out of me.
- (m.m)

This one's not about me, so don't worry ;)

Thanks for your crazy support <33