I guess I got it, the hate, the cage. You were always off, never the right amount of nice. I knew not to trust you, but I fell into the rabbit hole, just like before. Self expression is removed when you step into a room, all my works of art criticized, explanations sneered at. I was right, and you knew it. Right? I can't even send a message without you seeing it, nothing feels safe anymore. I try to be honest, then you say i'm the attacker, filling my mind with too many thoughts. Everything has to be a competition with you. Your pain is more signifiant than mine, you think you get all the benefits of what being liked by people looks like. You would never know though, because you're not one of those people. Now I see you speaking behind my back, spitting out these lies of your false apologies, getting people on your side when they don't know what the other side is. At last, the picture is retaken, but now as the girl on the left sits and thinks, she wonders, "At what cost?"
for sgt!!! fingers crossed I make it into next round :DD
