Reflexions

I know I'm not a nice person. I wish I was, and I used to be years ago, but I'm not anymore. I keep saying mean things that I see coming a mile away and it's like I can't stop them from spewing out. It's like watching a glass of water tip over in slow motion, knowing what's going to happen, and not doing anything to stop it. And then the water splashes everywhere, and I just wipe it halfheartedly and wait for it to evaporate.