Stop the world, I want to get off.
I hate assumption, lies and two-faced people...
And yet I can't stop craving your interaction, despite how often it flops.
I hate you never see "me" anymore through the veils you have placed.
And perhaps I hate even more that it destroys me. I get so mad thinking about how you change everything and it's "okay". That I have no right to be upset, when I am forced into something that has nothing to do with me, the left on a ledge.
Am I supposed to care that you don't like this and that, when it has no relation to me? Why am I to suffer? And why can't I get you out of my fucking head? A slow death seems so bitter, yet a quick one was never so sweet.
Anything in relation to me has been severed by more than you'll know, and I stand on the edge of a cliff swaying and wondering why it was that I was tethered between the two, and I'm now left with none. Not a single post on either side, when I was at one point in the middle. I wait for a gust of wind to blow me over, perhaps to a new standing altogether. Perhaps then no one will force me into situations I am not a part of, will not tether me and perhaps actually see me for me.
When the world stops spinning and death closes in, in the end does it really even matter?