one day when all my tears have dried up

maybe i'll fly away

am i misunderstood ?

why am i unreasonable
why am i selfish
why am i childish
why is it so hard for me to just tell the truth
why do i cry so much
why do i feel so righteous
why do i scream
why do i shout
why am i female
why do i care so much
why do i think so much
why can't i just let it go
why do i have to talk

its amazing how quarrels with my parents end with them being able to continue with their normal routine, while i sit in my room to dwell on things.

fuck
fuck it all
fuck my life
fuck my angst
fuck my tears
fuck