Sometimes I feel angry at myself.
Not becuase I hate myself.
But becuase people walk past me everyday and I notice the way they sigh and they way they say hello on the phone.
Im angry Becuase I see through these sad mask that they bare everyday.
The edges, those sharp little edges that if you watch long enough see.
They dont take the time to make them dissapear.
And i hate myself for not being able to break those edges. Crush those edges and say, “Hey friends lets be happy” and then we are happy.
So not im angry at myself