Surrender, attempt at "freestyling" Options

[wishforhelsinki]

Before you start to analyze, let me save you the sacrifice. Standing smaller than the rest and I don't give it anymore. I've done had it with people sizing me up, like it's all to tell them who I am and nothing more. Let me notify I've got mind, one that moves faster than you can time. And maybe that's why I come out slow, or maybe it could all be a show. If it was left for you to decide, I know you'd like to believe a lie. But don't you hesitate, or get out of my face. Best to be straight up with me than keeping how you see. Being is a game I've lost. Empty of lifelines and served as a lost cause. I stress too much. Working barely. Complain as if I weren't trying. But I'm trying so hard it don't deem me good to be crying. Stepping around my words, feeling dirty. Yes. No. Just give me a minute, maybe thirty. Figuring out piece by piece what should go where and what have I done to my hair. Again. It's history. Heartache resurrected. Everyone affected. God, look what I've done. My loved ones, harmed. I stand here now unarmed. Attack me. Annul me. I'll take the death penalty. Cause it don't serve right, looking through wider eyes. A girl who had it not rough enough, had it with being tough.