I’m tired of being hurt.
Of having someone come along
And crush 3 whole days of feeling good.
Some people find it easy to feel good.
To look into themselves and see good things.
But I am not one of those people.
I am not a person who can clip the bad things out
And look through the holes and see sunlight.
I put on a good mask.
I know how to paint the face.
But most the times when I say I don’t feel good
Its not a body feeling
But a soul.
So when someone comes along
Someone I’ve given the power to heal or hurt
A someone I trust with that
And they smash the good feelings
I just want to become the girl I started out as.
The brick layer after brick layer after brick layer
Of not trusting
Of not letting in
Of not giving a damn what anyone thinks of me.