My personality can change like the weather
I tear at my own skin until I show leather
I cry until my skin burns
I worry until my insides turn
I can be so quiet you can hear a pin drop
I talk to myself but the pain won’t stop
My tears can consume me so much
I can be so sensitive, I melt at your touch
Don’t trigger me
I will let my words flow free
I’m a nice girl
but…
I made my parents regret bringing me into the world
