Anyhoo

Writing this somewhere that's nowhere for you My preferred state of being is solitude Except just a couple people that I'm closest to Don't expect me to post shit, 'cause I never do, anyhoo I had a conversation with a friend That pops up in my train of thought every now and then People tell her that she's special, cool, time and time again But it's met with disbielief, she don't seem to understand, why? And she's a selfless soul, sensitive to many struggles she insisted upon, Helping resolve, but by herself, alone The mirror on the wall gets hard to confront She was taught To fulfill others people needs and not her own It runs in her family tree, that's how it grown I hope you fall further from it, you owe them nothing Some things have to brake to heal something