My Sometimes Demon (aka: Looking through PBD)

Sometimes I see a situation that is well and truly bleek as being full of opportunity.

Sometimes I see a situation that is amazing as being bleek.

I try to see it differently.

I wish I knew how.

Sometimes I'm able to be your friend.

Sometimes I'm able to laugh and cry with you.

Sometimes I'm able to joke with all my heart.

Sometimes I'm able to go out with you and have so much fun!

Sometimes I don't know what to say.

Sometimes I say things that aren't nice; and I'm trapped inside my own self unable to stop myself from speaking.

Sometimes I proverbially beat myself up for days because I said the wrong thing.

Sometimes I can't figure out why you're mad or sad.

Sometimes I stay quiet when I should speak.

Sometimes I get irationally angry. I rarely express this well.

Sometimes I think you don't like me, even when you've given me no cause to think this.

Sometimes I look at you and feel nothing. (I especially hate this.)

Sometimes I forget the important things.

Sometimes I remember them, just in time for it not to matter.

Sometimes I just feel awkward.

Sometimes I just want to die.

Sometimes I wonder what you see when you look at me.

Sometimes my brain makes me think you hate what you see.

Sometimes I wonder if you feel the same way I feel.

Sometimes you can say something, and I'll read way to much between the lines.

Sometimes I forget to look between the lines at all.

Sometimes I wish I could be more normal.

Sometimes I wish I could see outside of me.

Sometimes I wish I were different.