i'm so scared all the time
i know that doesn't make me special
the only thing special about me
is my lack of understanding
for others for emotion
i wish i could dissect them
like frogs
and reassemble the pieces to fit better
out of altruism, so they hurt less
out of selfishness, so i know how theyre built
and can predict
when they will break down next

When I am gone,
Will you remember me?
Will you hold on,
Or let go of my memory?
Don’t say anything,
In time we will see.
Am I worth holding on to?
No would be the answer from me.
Don’t waste your time on me,
Your time is finite and fading.
Don’t wear out your heart on me,
Your heart is fragile and at risk of braking.
I bring you pain,
Yet you still thank me.
There will always be a place for you in my heart.
I have always loved you,
To the end,
And from the start

What’s wrong with me?
When it came to dealing with others,
I never saw myself in a negative way.
But now, all I notice
is my pessimistic nature.
Do the cons always outweigh the pros?
No, of course not,
but lately I remember more bad things than good.