St. Nicholas
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
You're right, I don't even recognise myself now. I get angry over nothing, and I'm passive about happy things. I need to go and look for myself, back in the past, back when these snide thoughts haven't crept up on me. How funny, I've always thought that I've finally matured. But I haven't, and maybe I never will.
I don't think I've been a good girl, but it seems like eternity since you last yelled at me. Have I frustrated you so much that you don't even want to care anymore? I know I've always blamed you for all these academic glitches, things that I can't achieve. Back then, I told you I didn't want them and now I do. Please don't take them away.
I feel like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. Even my monkeys don't even seem to smile at me anymore. What was a smile is now a scowl. I don't know what I'm doing, and I want to give up.
Maybe I should,
Swinged it at;
10:29 PM