Mirror.Pull yourself together,just stop telling lies,I thought that you'd be honest,but it seems I've got "blind eyes."Your brain, the one anger has stolen,the stories it has spoken,just leave my heart in an unchangeable, non-negotiable,"Heart-broken."I doubt that you'd cry over me.I doubt you'd even try.I know the words you spatterare a bad case of "tongue-tie."You say you are a bad childand make it look like it's my fault.How could you, knowing me, not think I'd makea judgement by default!?And yet you are still upsetbecause of one that's in your home?Maybe some of your problems aren't his,but your own.Maybe if you spend some time,looking in a mirror,maybe the brain you say is so dumb,will see a little clearer.
I'm bad for you.My legs go numb. At that moment, I flood with emotions. I fear for my life without you, as much as with you. I know I’m bad for you. I’ve written it 100 times just to let it sink in. I know that the vomit coming up doesn’t bother you, and this morning’s crying doesn’t either. I have tasted anger and disappointment over nothing before. This is not it. This time, I know my heart is right.I threaten you so no one else like your parents will.I cry for you so that you don’t have to.I take the blame and make up stories to get you out of pain.I try so hard.I cry so much.I tell your parents not to ground you for this whole ordeal, yet I am still bad for you? I don’t mean to hurt you. Even my kicks that feel rough are just me playing…You wouldn’t understand.Would you?
DalmatianI feel like a Dalmatian,With the spots upon my head,With the curse that was woven into me,With the itch needing to be fed.I feel like a Dalmatian,With my hands behind my back,With a cone around my neck,Keeping Trich from getting a snack.I feel like a Dalmatian,With a bark so loud and clear,That is sadly misinterpreted,By the ones that I hold so dear.I feel like a Dalmatian,A dog that will fight her fight,Whose teeth are sharp and jagged,A girl who does what’s right.I feel like a Dalmatian.