Bright morning, cold bite
Out for a walk
All’s well, I’m fine
Not asking to be stalked
Tell me, why’d you feel the need
To ask if I’m okay?
Why should I smile, no one’s around
I’m actually fine today
You see my face of stone
I’m alive with joy inside
Why smile when I’m alone
Alone where I can hide
Always you ask me
If I’ve just had a fight
You only feel that something’s wrong
When everything’s alright
But when I’m hurt and crying
You don’t seem to know or care
That’s when you always disappear
When I need someone there
I guess I keep it covered
My face behind a mask
You never see me when I cry
You only ever ask
When I’m just fine.
©rantingphan 2013
phan what are you doing. why are you making my cry. phan stahp.
lol this was just going to be a post ranting about how my dad’s kinda bad at reading my emotions but it turned into this. see this morning i went for a walk cuz why not and my dad is all like “are you alright, is anything bothering you?” and i’m like “what the heck i’m just going for a walk”
but seriously this happens all the time and it annoys the crap out if me. fnvubwihbtfrihverivn angst
o_O how does that happen. when i write random stuff it turns out to be crap that is unusable… like.. not some magical thing that turns into a poem