I'm sorry I'm making everything worse for you. I'm sorry I can't help. I'm sorry you have to deal with me. I got myself into this, and you shouldn't even have to know about it. I can't even help you now, all because I don't care about anything anymore. You've always been there, and now when you need me most, I can't be there for you. I always feel so numb, everything's starting to slip. My fake smile, and laugh. My mask is crumbling and I can't seem to stop crying. But I keep going, just to make sure you're safe, that's what best friends are for right? But you don't seem to really care about me. You're blowing me off and getting angry. Even i
A name? A face? Who am I? I am a puppet, strings attached, with different people pulling me in different directions. I am a bullet, shot to kill but only scratching the surface. I am the smile I wear; fake, rehearsed, and plastic. I am a clown, make-up always covering my features to hide my emotions. I am a porcelain doll, so very fragile, that with just a flick of a wrist I could shatter into a million pieces right before your very eyes. Because under all those layers of, "I don't give a shit," is an actual person, with actual feelings. Lies are my many masks made to deceive those who don't want to look past them. I am a child, confused and