good for one,

fine for two, 

never in the group.

fine for one,

okay for two,

don't let her in. or let her know. 

i'm still a child.

weeping at home, because my friends wont play.

screaming at night because my mind allows no respite.

no sleep for the wicked.

i feel like i have done so many awful things, 

but i cant remember what.

or why i did them.

but i know certainly i must have done something,

for me to feel the way i do, 

with no other reason.