Читать книгу Gold Mouth - Hannah D. McClendon - Страница 14

I’m so sorry

I didn’t mean to snap on you,

I don’t know what’s gotten into me;

my rage blew up

like a balloon in my chest

I’m so sorry

I can’t tell you how I feel

I don’t want to sound insane

Just let it go,

I’m not opening up to you

I just don’t trust you enough;

not yet

God, I wish I wasn’t this way;

every man makes me angry,

there’s no way to explain my pain

every time you leave it causes me pain

every time you laugh

every time you cry

I’m crazy

I don’t mind you thinking that,

just tell me you don’t hate me after all of that