pierce my heart with these words.

“…But you always get what you want- don’t you think that’s unfair sometimes?!“

what could i possibly respond to this?

“It’s easy being the one who isn’t doing the work.”

if you will let me, may i just say this: what the hell?

so fine that maybe i have always had it easier, but it doesn’t mean that my struggle in getting to this stage any easier than it was for all of you- i get it that maybe, just maybe, i really will never find myself as the black sheep when all of you have found yourselves as that at one point in your life but geez, how convenient for you huh, to simply assume this and use it against me?

i’ll admit that i’m shocked to realize that these words had truly come from you, of all people, that this is what you think of me underneath- aren’t we the ones who understand it best that nothing is ever as it really seems beyond the surface?

sometimes i think you forget who i am, but more often than not, i don’t know what you think of me.

what a way isn’t it, to find out that apparently, you think my struggles are only minuscule compared to the lot of you-

maybe you’re being defensive of her and i get that, but hey, everyone has defining moments, good and bad.

what makes you think that you could easily judge my bads as insignificant compared to your own, or hers, or even theirs?

 

the tension’s running so high inside here-

all i seem to find myself is in with that deep, dark anger;

i’m running on overdrive.