Betrayal Of My Own Blood
I was at the beach in a beautiful house with my family. And they did nothing but lightly insult me, to the point where I had to lock myself in the bathroom and cry quietly. The stress from their vague hatred made my stomach pains even worse, and at night I was forcefully losing my insides hours at a time. This was supposed to be fun, but it was not. I regret ever agreeing to attend this absurd event. It hurt me inside out. The beauty of the white sand and salt water didn't phase me, I was too out of myself from my emotional pain. I know I sound like a complaining infant, but you're not me. You don't know my mindset. You don't know who I really am. Nobody does, not even the fans of my music. It pains me when people do this. This is why I don't speak unless I'm performing. This is why I avert my eyes. This is why I want to travel far. Away from this place. Away from the betrayal of my own blood. Away from the crass words.