When the World Stops Pt. 2

How can you call yourself what you call yourself?
When you don't even know yourself, but do know yourself.
The thing is, you know what people think of you, but you always wonder to yourself what you think of you.
How can you smile when you're only smiling on your skin?
When you know it's wrong and tell others it's wrong.
The thing is, you know it's wrong and believe others shouldn't do that because it's like you're covering up, but you do it because well you know that you're covering yourself.

I'm tired of it. Of people being retarded, of broken families, of those who judge and throw anxiety to others. I hate it when someone has so much potential and doesn't use the best of their ability to. I'm not saying overwhelm yourself, but try a couple of things. I have a perfect example in my head, I just wish he knew. I don't understand why just some people don't understand or don't even try to. Are you them? Uh, no. Gosh motherchick, I don't know what I'm talking about anymore. I was so good for the whole of this month, just this week I've felt off, SUPPAAA off. I want to just hang out or pig out, but I got stuff to do and weight to keep down.

I love my family, sitting here in the middle of Ms. Reed's room I'm tearing up and thinking of them. My Mum struggles, my Dad grows cold, my Brother rebels, and I sit.

Dalvyn Morris - "Whatever's wrong, I hope it gets better."