i spend a lot of time hating myself
for someone who loves living so much
i think i forget the me of it all
until i am forced back, blinking
into my own body
watched by others
and i realize i do not know what they see
i spend a lot of time hating myself
for someone who loves living so much
i think i forget the me of it all
until i am forced back, blinking
into my own body
watched by others
and i realize i do not know what they see