kitkeys

Your eyes dart away as I come by Your mouths form secrets and rumors about me Your ears eat up those rumors like they're candy Your minds think of me pitifully Your snickers and sneers try to hurt me Your heart feels sorry for me I don't need your sorry I'm a freak I laugh at my own jokes I freak out over little things I'm annoying I'm nosy I'm my own person Your hurtfulness, Your pity, Your viciousness... It doesn't bother me anymore.