Sometimes I wish I wasn’t such a sentimental bitch.
Caring way too much what the fuck people think of her, always aiming to please.
And if at anytime she slips, if at anytime she falters or misses….her worlds askew
Tilted and off kilter all because she was mute.
Never finding the happy medium between caring too much or not caring at all, always high or low.
Even the lowest of low opinion stabs at her heart. Caring to always be seen in a good light.
I really wish I wasn’t such a loving little bitch.
Thinking that love can cure all. Ready and willing to forgive.
Being stepped on, taking kicks to the chin. Still smiling accepting the pain because even through black eyes love always wins.