my life just never seem consistent,
everything just touch and go.
and it has to be that i hate to adapt to changes.
one comes along,
and before i had time to treasure it,
it slipped off my hands.
then it goes in a cycle,
repeating itself.
you probably don't know that words u said and things u did are stuck in my head,
and they refuse to leave.
my fault? or yours? or none?

i look around me, then looked at myself.
why can i not own what others can.
then inside me,
i wept.