What if?

What if it was you who couldn't stop crying.
What if it was you that felt disgusted and demeaned.

What if it was you fighting back the urge to be sick.
What if it was you who couldn't bare to look them in the eye.

What if it was you wanting to speak, but unable.
What if it was you having your insides torn in two.

What if it was you?

But it wasn't you, was it.
It was me.

So don't say sorry.
Aplogise.

I have

A new blog.

http://www.agoodmorningmayonnaise.blogspot.com/

It's instead of having a tumblr, because although I enjoy recycling photos,
I enjoy recycling words more.

The name and url come from the illustration on the front of my Morning Glory notebook in which I wrote down all of the things in this new blog.

And, yeah.

Moche

Today, I was ugly.
Not just at first sight, like usual,
But all day.
Ugly all day.

Sometimes, I am beautiful.
Not at first sight, of course not,
But in the end.
Beautiful in the end.

But today, I was ugly.
This is what happens, sometimes,
When I don't have, someone
To tell me I'm beautiful.

Ugly Always, Beautiful Sometimes.

What do you do

When you see someone doing something they shouldn't?
When you don't know if things are what they seem.
When you can't figure out what's best.
When you aren't even sure of what you saw.
When you feel guilty for telling the truth.
When you feel guilty for keeping it hidden.

What will I do?

I am

a quitter.

And that's all there is to it.

Because I have no way to change.

And even if I did,

I'd quit that too.