Only half of what I feel. The bad half of what I feel.

[sexualchicken]

Not how it is and repeated mistakes

So, I look at her and I see myself,
And it hurts to see her how I once felt;
Making the same mistakes,
Maybe waiting for her heart to break,
She sits and stares,
A meaningless I love you would make everything okay.
But in the end it never stays the same way.
And she's repeating my history,
Maybe purposely.
I don't want to have to give her sympathy.
I want to be able to scream out and tell her she killing herself worse then when she was alone.
But it doesn't seem that way.
You shouldn't have to live on his 'petty romances';
Those ones that make you feel okay,
An insecure sense of 'okay'.
And then suddenly that secure, (sort of) feeling goes away.
And you're filled with anger, distaste and hate.
He was just the same.
And that's when she'll lose it,
And she'll be sitting by a friend,
While that friend talks to her man.
And she'll want to scream out,
HE'S JUST THE SAME AS THE OTHER GUYS.
but she won't do it
She'll remain silent.
She'll put her friend through it.
Maybe that's how it's suppose to be though,
Because that's how these adolesent years seem to flow...
And nothing is ever how it seems.

Inspired by sitting next to my friend and watching her be me. Me a awhile ago.