The room spins.
I want to see how far I can take it before I pass out.
Not die, just pass out.
I want to see their reactions and gain their sympathy.
I see life through a dusty, dirty and cracked lens. Things are different for me.
I'm up, down, neutral, great, bad, all in one second.
I'm ever-changing, but I don't change like the trees do. They are graceful and gradual.
The clock of a tree is natural. It tells them exactly when to bloom and when to shed the poor leaves.
My clock ticks 3 times a second and stays stuck for the next 10 seconds. My clock has a harder time than that of the trees. If you can even call it a clock. It is more of a guessing game. The blind leading the blind.
And I am blind. I am so blind to the love I'm given and the care I receive. I am ungrateful and act in spite to the undeserving.
It isn't what they have done to deserve my ill wishes, it is what I have become. Why would I do wrong to those who love me on purpose? There is something I'm missing.
There is a h