stand still, control your breathing.
You look so pretty.
stand still, control your thieving.
You look so pretty.
stand still, control your thinking.
you look so pretty. 

look ill, run loose your breathing
you look so ugly.
look ill, run loose your thieving.
you look so ugly.
look ill, run loose your thinking.
you look so ugly.


Disclose all you hope for me to see.
Hide all things you’d rather me not know of thee.
Sooner than later…we’re nothing like we used to be.
Sooner than later…you won’t be what I knew you to once be.
Sooner than later…I won’t be what you think of me.  

My happiness has the ability to take upon a variety of shapes. 
Endless are the opportunities in it’s forms. 

Some may hold the perception of it as ‘sick & sadistic’ .

Some may say it’s ‘classy & elegant ’.

While others say it’s ‘trashy’ & ‘lacks character’ .


In the end it’s all mine
& well, your thoughts are all your own.
Nothing is mine. Not even my happiness.

I am the heir of a truly unhealthy obsession. An obsession that is all encompassing of statuses & perceptions I so valiantly sought to destroy and speak out against. Perceptions I wish others would have of me.

Here I am, watching you from a far. Behind infinity security, rotting away, absent of all threats, yet abundant in this strange, crippling, & paralyzing fear that tells me very, very much. Even without the use of the alphabet or sounds, I know it all.