Don't mind me, it's just a panic.
Silver is strong.
Silver is always happy.
Silver never cries.
Silver never has any worries.
That's what I keep telling people.
Silver will always listen.
Silver is always there.
But who is there for me?
Who will listen to me?
I can't fix things really.
I can only ease the difficulty ratio.
Silver is dependable.
Silver is always so nice.
Silver is a fucking doormat!
Silver's kindness gets mistaken for weakness.
I'm tired of being used.
So where does Silver go when she needs a hug?
Who listen's to Silver when she's down?
Why am I so fucking nice?
What can I do?
Change my whole personality?
Not in this lifetime.
Silver is tired.
Silver has needs.
Silver wants help.
But to ask would be out of my norm.
After all,
I'm the strong one, right?
