Breathless

Why should I sit in your little square and do my hair and look all fare, only for you to say that you care.
I don't... You're right, I'm not; whatever.
You only think that because someone told you and someone told them.

Festering in my blood like poison.
Avoiding, denying, upheaving, leaving, crying.
Subtle differences in my smile leave me sombre for I haven't got the symmetry to make a living.
Attracted to perfection but yet so far away from it's grasps, I just want happiness and nothing but...
It dangles in front of me, always within reaching distance but never in my hand and I believe I can; but you don't.

Hold my throat to the ground, until I accept this is where I belong.
Breathing, seething, leaving, keeling.
The rust that litters my skin expands and my heart slowly stops beating.
My breath dwindles as my feet lose feeling and now I'm nothing but another refined rock lying by the waters side.
All because you think you're right...
But someone told you and someone told them and your knowledge depends on who it offends. Repent, repent, repent.
Relent, relent, relent.
I give into your hatred and denial, if that is what it takes.