"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

the tears I cry offer no comfort

Once again I'm the third branch. You make up so much of my life and you are a pillar of sanity in my life of unsteadiness but to you I'm...what? A back up singer to her?? Is that all I'll ever be?? Will I ever be more than second fiddle to her? I know she's amazing but so am I!! I'm right here YELLING AT YOU to please, PLEASE treat me with a little more respect. PLEASE!

1 comment:

  1. You wont be second ever. ever. You wernt born to be a back up singer in this journey, and I'll make sure with all my heart that you become what you were meant to be.