Can't they see me standing here, asking them to see me?
No attention is paid to me, I wonder if they hate me.
No, it can't be. I haven't done anything, have I?
I don't think so, no. Maybe I'll try again tonight.
Can't they hear me calling, begging them to hear me?
I guess I'm just not loud enough and they can't hear me above the noise.
But what if I'm wrong and they're ignoring me? No, that can't be right.
They're just too busy, that's it. Tonight's just not a good night.
Don't they see me begging, pleading for their attention?
I'm not asking too much, am I? Just a little affection.
I'm starting to think that they do hate me, that they have all along.
But that can't be right, can it? I haven't done anything wrong.
Maybe that's the point, I haven't done anything wrong.
Of course they're not proud of me, I haven't done anything at all.
How could I expect them to see me, when I've accomplished nothing?
Maybe they'll all be proud of me if I finally do something.
That's the answer, I'll accomplish something.
The only question is... what?
Can someone please tell me how to make them proud of me?
Because all I'm good at is screwing up.
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Heart Flow
PoezieIn life we all learn lessons that, sometimes, we need to share. They may be sad, they may be happy, but those lessons will always be there. For us to learn, for us to experience, because isn't that how life works? So with this collection of poems, I...
