shadowchild
...so i'll sit in this corner alone. turn your face from me; i'm tired of being compared. will i always disappoint you? i just want to be things, always moving and doing and amazing. who am i when i stand next to you? i can't remember. nothing about me is anything beyond normal and i'm not sure i can handle that anymore....wistfully she closes her eyes and shuts her tears off from the world. wistfully she says goodnight and finds her bed of sorrow. when morning breaks she'll rise again and take another shot at this love-weary world. for all the times it's called her naive and kicked her when she's down, that note of hope in her voice tells me she's never stopped dreaming.
i don't care. i still love you.
*bex