• There you are,
    standing in the doorway.
    Blocking my path,
    to happiness.
    What problems could a life,
    like yours hold?
    I'm suffocating, drowning,
    in your ego.
    How you think,
    everything we do,
    is about you.
    So pathetic.
    The way you pretend,
    to understand.
    You'll never understand,
    a life,
    like mine.
    A life with so much hidden.
    With broken skin,
    and crimson rushing to show.
    Something you'll never know.