I wish I was uncaring,
Just like you,
So that I would be fine
Saying the things you do.
Maybe then I'd be happier,
You appear to be so;
Or do you put on a facade,
Is it all a part of your show?
I know that you have struggled,
But now that pain is on me.
I guess you took my happiness,
So happy you could be.
Don't you see you're selfish?
You've taken it all away.
Without my little light of hope,
I won't make it through the day.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
