You expect me to fly when my wings are tattered,
You expect me to sleep when my dreams are shattered,
You expect me to keep quiet when what I thought mattered,
You expect me to smile when you think it's me you've flattered,
You expect me to organize my life that you scattered,
You expect me to ignore the lies when your lips pitter-pattered,
Now you expect me to serve you a golden platter.
I will.
YOU ARE READING
Just Thoughts.
PoetryA lot of my old, regrettable emo poetry is on here but there's some good poems too
