I feel as if I am mad like the curtain wrapped around my brain is being ripped off and suddenly changed vibrant and loud like all the reactions i let out 

im not surprised at the fire that's resistant to the water it won't go out like all the misery you try to wash out of your hair when you cry over that boy who was never yours 

I'm accepting to your currant it leaves me cursing on the floor but I always want more 

he rolls his eyes at my dreams to him it seems like living at the bottom of the ocean