You look at me with fascination. I am A firefly in your jar. You see the light that shines as I stumble. I beat my head against your glass. I change. I squirm. I suffer. You watch. You witness. You critique my movements with painful delight.
You want to be close to me. I hear you breathing down my neck. You did not put me in this prison. You are angry with me that you cannot be the one to let me out. I'm too fragile to be released into this world. I need some one to reach in. Carry me. Let me find my path.
I love you yes. And I hate you for your lack of understanding. Just do these long list of things and you can be happy. Just change the essence of yourself and you will be fine. Just stop using! The eyes upon my works become a boot against my Throat. You are suffocating me with your love. I wince beneath your kisses. My tracks are filled with tears.
Lets do something normal. What would that be? Where do I fit in? Stop spying on my misery so I can use again.
I aged myself for this picture. I'm trying to picture if I would have kept using.