Welcome to the party
Come on in and disappear
You're feeling like a stranger
But all your friends are here
Little lines and cracks
Around your eyes and mouth
Something's trying to get in
Something's trying to get out
There are days when I think I am broken beyond repair, dysfunctional inside. I am incapable of appreciating good things. I am incapable of communication when it matters. I hide behind a thick skin but inside, I bleed. I think I may never learn to communicate properly. I've been hiding behind thick skin for a long time. It's funny how sometimes, it isn't the big things that hurt you most, but the accumulation of little things. I think I am better off alone on my island.
I have allowed the words and inaction of one person to poison my life, when the words and actions of all the others should speak louder. Why should words spoken so long ago by one person still have such an effect today? Why should I even care, when these words came from the mouth of someone
hurt by life and more dysfunctional than I am?
It is time to get over it. I am not the sum of words said to me, and my happiness does not rely on the actions of others. I will make my own happiness.
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