And It Feels Strange, Almost Sad, To

You Told Me I Wrote That Poem Because I Was Afraid Of Dealing With Myself. And I Used My Mom As An Excuse, Accusing Her Of Not Appreciating Or Accepting Me, When I Should Have Been Saying Those Words Into A Mirror.

And After I Dropped Him Off, I Took The Longest Possible Route Home... I Explored Alleys And Hidden Roads I Never Knew Existed. I Discovered Neighborhoods Entirely New To Me. And Finally... I Discovered I Was Sick Of This Town And Everything In It.

I Was Too Weak To Walk. At Least, I Thought I Was Too Weak. But In Truth, I Was Too Weak To Try.

It's Up To The Reader To Decipher The Code, Or The Words, Based On Everything They Know About Life And Emotions.

You Don’t Know What Goes On In Anyone’s Life But Your Own. And When You Mess With One Part Of A Person’s Life, You’re Not Messing With Just That Part. Unfortunately, You Can’t Be That Precise And Selective. When You Mess With One Part Of A Person’s Life, You’re Messing With Their Entire Life. Everything. . . Affects Everything.