| Silly Blob You think I want your silence in return for later pain? You think I sit crying every moment for you? You think this rage is further proof? What I always wanted was faith that I am not always so irrational, that I have a head between my cute shoulders and my flippy hair. I wanted the respect I deserve as much as you deserve someone normal. I wanted the respect that you could never give me, because I am one blob of blame in your eyes. I am one bundle of problems you never want to look through for the woman within. Yeah, you're different from the others . . . Yeah, you aren't the same, because you bite me under the pretense of being better, of caring. I know you no longer care-- you no longer call, you no longer want to see me, just her. Next you will blame her for your future problems, but I won't take that. I will shove you down into the crevices of the earth. I will force you to accept that you are to blame sometimes, that you can be wrong, that what you think I feel is fallible. |
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