Depressing.

how many times have i been here? how many times have i felt this sick to look at? let me cut it all off and throw it out today. i grow tired of the same old ways. pushing the hair in my eyes trying to make up the best lie i can. i can't. but you all still dance and look at me the same because i'm not like you i don't have a claim to fame. there really is no similarity i guess that's why. but why not? are there some rules i unlearned or just forgot? an image i completely bought; and you all get caught. know it's not real know that after everything i still feel the same. it doesn't take it away. you can't take it from me either. as great as you think you are; your own shining star. if you were really that bright why can't you teach yourself right? why do i still get lost in your endless night? and i've got to wonder why you keep stealing my thunder. and how it's been a while since i've come up from when you dragged me under. why do you still take up so much space and invade me? it's done. but it all seems to come back to you. i hate it; but it always comes back to you. love michelle.