Poetry Can Show Your Darkest Secrets

Wonder

I thought I could trust you,

I thought I could tell you anything,

But I guess not, you're just like the rest of them.

You lie,

You pretend,

You spread rumors,

You bully me and act like I'm nothing,

But guess what? I can hear you...

And to know you are going behind my back and doing these things,

hurts...

You don't know this,

But I have feelings too.

I can hear,

I can see,

and I can understand the things you say.

The only problem is when I cry out everyone else is to busy listening to you,

to even hear me.

No one notices my pain,

but it's there,

Growing,

Burning,

and killing me.

But it doesn't matter,

you won't care...

no one will.

I just wanted to know why you couldn't keep it to yourself.

How could you?