So you think justice has a voice?
I get so sick of people sometimes. And just when they start to pull me back in, I get sick all over again. I keep thinking "there's people out there for you" and for a while, it seems true. But then it just goes to hell. And then hope builds inside me again. Somewhere that I can't control. And lurks under everything I do. So I'm nice and polite and kind because I think, things will be better if I am this way. But they aren't. And every time it happens, I want a place to go back to. A home or a person that will take me in until it washes over. But I don't have a home. And I don't have a person. And I'm tired of dealing with it on my own. And I'm so sick of people who don't allow me to be upset or annoyed, or even angry. I let them be upset and annoyed and angry. Why am I not allowed to be? Why am I "rude?" I'm so sick of people. And this planet has so many of them. I think I'm too even-handed about things. I alw