There was a girl amazing in her own way
however she could not see it with each passing day
I thought she would accept me like a good friend would do
but there was a something wrong deep inside her, that no one else knew
She could have built me up when I was at my lowest
but instead she had the intellagance that made me feel like the slowest
Looking for approval from others as she picked at
my character; I felt despair and I thought she was my editor
Her outburst of anger scared us all
we recognized something was wrong; even if she'd never admit the fall
Saying stop was not an option, she would be so relentless
at each word; she made be believe that her thoughts were the ones that were heard.
At one point it got so bad, sessions where booked
for my sanity; how could I have let myself upon this tragedy
Before I let her intellectual words corrupt my
brain; I held an impeccable confidence that never was refrained
But now it's broken.
trying to fit itself back together...
maybe one day I'll feel
just a little bit better.