maybe someone will connect with them

or maybe I need to scream and be ignored

at least these words could find a home

if they disregard my opinions, don’t communicate and never change, I don’t think I would try to change for them either. ignoring me is one thing, disregarding is another.

teen love is so bitter. we’re all alone and so it’s the best time to find comfort in people, and make promises you delude yourself into believing. when I am home, you’re not there in any sense. you could never amount to what I need, and you could never care enough to know.

or if I like the idea of having someone who cares

but even then, it feels like walking on glass.

it looks so pretty

but every time I look back I see shards glittered with crimson droplets,

and every time I look down,

my skin is littered with the cuts of your love

my first, a mirror image of you.

my second, what you wanted me to be.

my third, a tie to a family I never wanted.

I can’t escape you, your shadow looms over me,

every time my name is yelled, scolded, or whispered bitterly,

my face,

my personality,

yet it feels like every word I say dissipates into nothing.

everyone I meet can’t see me past the colour of my eyes.

but I can’t help wishing someone would care about me