I try to tell you something.
You say you just don't care.
But every single thing I tell you,
Your mind goes there.
It doesn't matter if it's urgent,
Or if it's causing them to stare.
You just keep on bitching,
Flipping back your hair.
You don't care about me,
And I swear you never did.
You just sip your drink,
Because it's alcohol passing your lips.
You call out to me when it's something that you need,
And it takes all the strength I have not to let you meet my fist.
But I love you still, we're family.
Your ignorance takes my bliss.
YOU ARE READING
Mistaken
PoetryA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
