Mockingbird.

That feel when you know something is about to royally fuck up.  You have no when or why of the situation.  Suddenly, songs that you hate for their messages begin to make a lot more sense,and you find yourself looking behind you, just waiting.  It catches up and whispers to you.  You'll never be enough.  They'll tell you that you are just to drop you, they want your confidence to shatter, they want to watch you bleed out. Who really wants what's best for you,  and who really knows?  It's all such a transparent sham sometimes....most of the time.  How can we look ourselves in the eye?  Where are the good things and love that we were promised as a child.  All we are.....incessant tugs to do the right thing, the wrong thing....or worse...nothing.  Everything about my life still mocks me..