im sorry...

i know im not perfect.

you dont have to torment. 

im already struggling.

i can hear your giggiling. 

im sorry. 

i always worry.

worreing about what you want.

i know im hot.

i know im not smart 

i know im not good at art.

i know all of this. 

i could countue down the list.

you dont have to bring this to my attention.

but i have a queastion.

why do you do it?

why do you make fit?

you shouldnt care.

why do you have to rip and tear?

whats going on with you,

for you to make people blue. 

only becuase your down.

you break every ounce.

please stop, 

becuase im sorry