When you look at me with those eyes
All I can see are the lies
What do you want from me
Besides what you’ve already got?
Maybe it’s time that I left
But I’ll never use the door
I know I’ll end up on the floor
But I don’t really care
Maybe it’s not you
Maybe it is me
It’s my fault, I broke us
Kick me out, I will adjust
You push on me, my will will bend
I’m sorry I messed up
There’s nothing left to do
Our time is at an end
YOU ARE READING
This is Me
PoetryA Teenager through Poem. **Cover Credits to the amazing ILikeFarts**