I try to do my best,
and I try to always give people second chances.
But there are times when even I can't do it anymore.
And maybe it's wrong of me,
but now my only wish is that you feel something for me.
I hope you feel guilty for the things you've done.
I hope you want me
and I hope you think about me at night
and that I keep you up around two in the morning.
I hope you miss me
and I hope you're always looking for me
and I hope that you can't get me out of your head.
It's only fair, really.
That's all I've felt about you for months-
why don't you see what it's like?
Why don't you take a stroll in my shoes,
and find out what it's like to get kicked around like you're nothing?
Find out what it's like to wear makeup and do everything to look your best
with the hope that someone will notice.
Find out what it's like to be ignored.
Find out what it's like to only have one thing to look forward to all day-
that one fleeting glimpse of that one person.
Walk a while in my shoes-
because I can guarantee you won't be able to finish a mile.
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PoetryA thing. A thing in which I write some poetry. I've never really written much poetry, so... yeah. Exciting. It can get spooky sometimes. (By spooky, I mean that it can get dark. Trigger warning in advance, just in case.) Tread lightly. I'm obviously...