I just want to say sorry,
For all the things I've done.
We all know we're not perfect
But people pick on my faults.
I don't want to lose you
Like I've done with the others,
Because you're a good friend
Even if we're backstabbers.
It isn't even about us anymore,
It's about the need for power,
I don't want it. You take it
Instead of complaining for hours.
When I hear the things you say,
Yes, of course, it hurts me,
I try to push it into the back of my mind,
But my heart doesn't agree.
I say I don't care about a lot of things
When infact I do,
I wish people knew the difference
Between what's real and untrue.
I'm tired of the problems,
I just want to be young again,
You say so many things about me
As I try and hide the pain.
YOU ARE READING
Reflection
PoetryMy second collection of poems. Kind of like a sequel to 'Expressing Me'. I write whenever I feel something strong, so yeah. =D