What does the rest of the world have that I do not?
The people that you leave me for, am I able to be taught?
Please tell me or show me.
I promise i'm a quick learner.
A manual perhaps?
Hopefully a real page turner.
Please see me, or hear me, look at my tears.
I promise I can learn, I am supposedly smart beyond my years.
All I need is time.
I will change and learn.
Time; something one can only yearn.
You say you love me but dare not speak up when I stay silent.
Letting me wallow in my own self-pity, you do not assure me.
I cannot help but let my emotions run like a tyrant.
If I were funnier would you need me?
Would you enjoy spending time with me more if I looked better?
Is my style too obnoxious, am I talking too loud?
Maybe my interests are too taboo for your tastes.
Is our usual too boring?
There is fun I can arrange.
If you love me no longer;
I promise I will change.
YOU ARE READING
Pitiful
Poesía"Never trust a scream, it lies with its fear, it's scared of the truth, it's scared for you to hear." A collection of poems made about me and to be read by you. Please enjoy. ⚠️Content warning⚠️: May contain triggering content.
