Oh it's never convenient for him
To be seen with me
He didn't seem to mind when he was kissing me
He didn't seem to care when we were laughing together alone
But I guess he just wanted me to be his secret
Why do I always have to be a secret
I swore I would never be a boys secret again
Today I know I'll be crying myself to sleep
Because I thought you were different
And I swore up and down that I didn't like you
But to know you want me to be your secret too
That crushed me
I just don't understand why I'm never good enough for the public eye
You want to talk to me all night
Laugh and joke with me
Until someone sees us
Then act like you don't know me
Well you don't have to know me
If I'm such an embarrassment
I won't bother you anymore
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Depression Kills
PoetryDifferent poems I wrote about various topics having to do with pain , and the broken promises of life... I write these when I am in the mood or am going through something.. Take a glimpse.. I am sure you'll find something you can relate to.
