Grow up

You are the one that breaks my morals to the point suicide looks appealing. I hate you yet I love you, your sickly full of your self, I often wonder why the fuck you cry when nothings wrong. you know nothing of poverty or what its like losing a loved one, or having nothing to stand on but worn rubber on your tattered shoes. Don't tell me you know pain when god granted you life with out any guilt of living. You act as if your a Pericles's gem but when your alone in the dark you hold that blanket tight. I know you fear it all like a child standing in front of a fearsome wall.

You keep using your lips as a weapon to make your self feel better. I wonder if you will ever grow up, you speak words of wisdom but there always quoted from another. I swear I will let you know what the out side world really thinks if you tell another lie or if you try to get in my head. Think before you move you adolescent child, I know you fear the world around you.

About a dream I had