You brought me into this world
Expecting great things
As many a person should,
But let me ask you something,
What is it you truly know about me?
Surely you remember that optimistic young girl
Without a care in the world...
Now all that remains,
Is a secluded person
So very detached from her former self...
Once in a while you may ask me,
"What are you thinking of?"
Something tells me
I shouldn't answer that.
Not with the nightmares I've had,
Of me hurting someone...
Or worse.
For all those times
You've never seen me behind closed doors
Assuming I'm wasting my time,
When in reality, in those long conversations to friends online,
Yes, I was actually thinking of doing that now as since this isn't my main account I'm not on it as often as my other one. Are you interested in a position as co-founder?