Milk Crown on Sonetchka
Well I only really laughed cause they were laughing at me So then_ why is it they seem so angry? Whenever how I want to be isnāt like reality Why do I always have to say Iām sorry?
Donāt really care about my hair, but mom is angry at me And I can only every say āforgive meā You said that hurting other people ends up hurting you too But now Iām thinking that you didnāt mean that, did you?
No I canāt do it, thereās no way that I could just do it, donāt just say that Sure I could do it, donāt you get that I donāt have the talent, I know it for a fact hey
Whoeverās up there, hey if youāre listening Surely youād help this scum with one thing Suddenly right there, just like a spell, a ceremony with a crown and a sceptre If only I could go and replace her - prim and proper? No! I can
Canāt you see that this tiny tiny world is full of sins and lies? Maybe youāll curse it, say you donāt deserve this But will it make things all better, better? And as for all of the textbooks claiming to show true love you sell Just forget them, burn them, theyāre nothing but lies as well
āWait, just why are you so terrified whenever you speak? You donāt always have to say youāre sorry!ā I couldnāt formulate an answer, getting harder to breathe I started crying cause it felt so silly
T his egocentric thinking permeated every belief To the point where it was blocking any sun from reaching Looking to the sky with a fake big sigh, but the crows overhead had something else in mind
AAA
Getting good at wasting time by lying down so often that I felt like I was fusing with the bed, dead, unbreathing Even so I still prefer it better than the feeling of them pointing at my back, thereās nothing worse than that!
Maybe if you could spare some time Could you teach me the proper way to smile? Yet in the end I buried it away this dirty little wish i had, as i kept crying inside
What should I do with these emotions, sister - true and normal - that I feel? Should I discard them? Or throw em or guard them? How do I tell if theyāre dirty, dirty? Donāt just give me a grossed out look, hey! give me a real answer! āTreat me just like an equal,ā begging, a soft whisper
Left by herself, was a half-drawn sketch, never painted in, with no love left Though I begged and begged and begged, I was left to fend here for myself! AAAA itās too much, am i not enough? is it my fault? am i just that hard to love? Or is it just that / no matter what anyone does / itās never enough?
Canāt you see that this tiny tiny world is full of sins and lies? Maybe youāll curse it, say you donāt deserve this But will it make things all better, better? And as for all of the textbooks claiming to show true love you always sell Theyāre over complicating things Itās easy so donāt overthink
The flower blooms in brilliant shades of pink











