It bothers me every time she speaks,
She's always wrong.
I know myself best, she doesn't even know what has happened in my past.
Much less what is going on now.
I sort of dont like talking to her..
Not everyday.
But I know she enjoys it and I can't say no.
I wont speak my mind.
I refuse to be as cruel as I really am, not to her.
She doesn't understand anything.
I speak a foriegn language or something,
She might aswell be deaf.
I dont care about her sometimes.
My concerns are more towards more important things.
Such as, him..
Oh him, he might as well be the perfect one for me.
It's unfortonate, because of her, we will never be.
What can I say?
We went on quite a journey.
Together we faced hardships she would never understand.
But we were triumphant in out battles.
And strong towards our peers.
No suffering ever came our way, not often, atleast.
Which is funny, because with her, I feel as if I'm doomed in hell.
Maybe I am.
I doubt she'll ever understand me like he does.
But I'm with her anyway. And I know it hurts him, but I love him too.
So I lie.
I cheat.
Over and over again.
Some events remain untold.
Only because those are the worse.
But I dont care, she's fine as it is.
Am I?
I want to leave.
I want to be free.
I dont like it anymore.
I dont know if I ever did.
Which is harsh, in a way.
But the trueth is rarely gentle.
Which is why I lie,
Because I try
Ever so hard
To escape
From the monster.
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