Words

You can't hear me

I stand right in front of you,
And yet you still can't see me.
I try to talk to you,
And yet you still can't hear me.
Is it wrong to feel so much hate,
So much anger for the way you ignore me.
Is it wrong to feel crushed to know you will never adore me.
You always look at the girls with the fake smiles and fake lives.
Why can't you see what's standing right In front of you?
You bring me so much hope when you look my way,
But to see the smile you shine is for a different girl just fills me with shame.
I know I'm just wasting all my time.
On the love of my life,
Cause I should know you will never be mine.

REALLY AREN'T
You wear so much make up thinking that makes you pretty,
You wear barley any clothes hoping that makes you pretty,
You eat no food hoping that will make you skinny,
You think all this stuff will make you perfect?
The outside doesn't matter it's the inside that counts.
But is it truly?
We still get shunned even if we are perfect,
Cause in reality we really aren't.
We never count our perfections,
Just all the infections,
On why being who you truly are doesn't matter.

A TOOL
I sit at the table,
The table of sorrow,
I try to cover up my hurt,
But it barely ever works.
I cry my self to sleep each night,
Knowing that I will never feel alright.
The voices in my head spread little rumours,
Hurting my feelings and spread little bruises.
They leave scars as painful as the voices in my head,
Shouting and yelling that I should be dead.
I scream and cry and try to ignore them,
But it never works as they are always haunting.
I shiver and shake as you spit on me with distaste,
You call me a fake as I try to cover up all my mistakes.
But I should know you were just being cruel,
As you used me and broken me like I was just a tool.