Sometimes I think that you don't take the time,
To ask me how my day was,
To ask if I'm all right.
I seem to be the only one who cares,
And it isn't fair.
Sometimes I know you don't understand,
And I can tell this by your eyes,
Because it is so familiar and describable,
Even though I don't do it to you,
It's your lies I can see through.
Sometimes you seem to forget about who I am,
You know I am warped,
You know this,
Yet you act like everything I do,
Is news to you.
Sometimes you need to realize that I care,
sticks and stones hurt like your silence does.
I'll never forget to ask you about your day,
I'll always be there to understand,
I'll never forget about you,
But because I am warped you forget that.
Either way, I really care about you.
Sometimes you forget that too.
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My Life Is A Circus
PoetryWelcome to the circus, behind this curtain is the exploration through the thoughts of a girl's mind by passing through heartbreak, happiness, depression, and all misunderstandings that apply to everyone who has questions and curiosities.
