The things I lack.

Gonna try a new writing thing so yeah.

I lack them.

You tell me, but am I enough.

The things I lack.

You say them so loudly.

They just come back into my mind.

You all tell them to me, so am I not good enough?

You say the thing I need to change.

Yet, you tell me not too.

Which would you prefer.

These things you say.

They just ring in my ears, over and over again.

Your words break your own words.

The words hurt.

What ever happened to "Sticks may break my bones, but words will never hurt me."?

Your words hurt like a blade sliding against my skin.

These things I lack.

Do they matter?

Do they cause a scene?

These things you point out.

They hurt.

You say don't change, but I want too.

These things I lack.

Author's Note

Yeah not my style so tell me if u like.