Them and Me

A  dehydrated composition of asking and essentially not knowing what to say bit me last night. 

We're acquainted.

There was this familiar silence. Coming from myself, giving up.

And the people around me with nothing to say either. They made noise instead. 

I couldn't stand it. 

All these songs. Made for people like them. And they sang them and were miserable in each others company.  

Some people really disgust me. No. It's not true. They make me feel I'm so much more. 

And I know I'm not. For there's no right or wrong in general. 

Except to me. 

I am so damn much more. 

And because of this I will change my world.   

Rebecca