Since when does it have to be like this?

[tankcircus]

I feel like the color in my eyes is a weathered brown.
Although my hands are soft, they're heavy with calices.
I take responsibility for my mistakes,
why can't anybody else?
Why do you always hold me on a high pedistal waiting for me to topple over?
You sucked the spirit out of me,
and it's all because that boy
(who comes in late with his wheels on his shoes,
who has class all day but can forget his work
and this is all ok)
didn't get reprimanded for something he could control.
While you chop me down at my knees
With a smile on your face.
You took it all from me.
All hope is lost from a book. not from being told no, but from a book.