i stare at myself in the mirror
and i can't stand to even see myself
with wet eyes and wet cheeks
and my eyes are red and puffy
and my pillow is wet
and
i want to be noiseless
but
i want everyone to hear
so i'm not left to look at myself
alone
this is gorgeous, how many times have i been there, and you caught it perfectly
love it, i can relate....but i hope this is ambiguous
i know what you mean, wish i was there.
do you have a little chair in my head? this is the first critique i have written but i love much more, i wish we had been friends more in highschool. you sound like i think, only more prosaic and talented.