somewhere in this crazy ass ocean there are rocks to step on and i just might follow them home to you...

there's a mirror pegged to the wall and i stand there dumbfounded wondering who the hell carved out the pumpkin grin reflected there... oh, my if this is who i am when i grow up then put me back now!!damn. all those years i worked so hard to stay alive and this is all i made?i must be angry.i must be so angry because my fists are cutting themselves with nails, and i can feel the furious tomatoes of color bursting on my cheeks. if i turn around to throw some of this emotion your way i know i'll slip on these fragile stairs and tumble backwards to break my will and my neck.But i'm not angry because of who i am, i'm angry because you never see it, you've never heard my voice or cared enough to listen for it. Even when i screamed you offered gifts and silence instead of the only thing i really looked for which was a shoulder for more than crying on.