You make me feel things unable to be felt,
Think things that are unthinkable,
Imagine things that are unimaginable.
How do you do it?
How do you manage to control me so?
You expose a part of me so foreign,
That even I do not know it.
Now I must ask this:
Do I do the same for you?
Do I make you feel loved and needed?
Cherished and important?
Can I make your day brighter within seconds?
I already know I don't.
You aren't the type to reveal feelings,
But I can tell in the way you look at me:
It's the same way you look at every other girl.
Tell me, how do you make me feel everything,
Yet I make you feel nothing?
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Terms of Normality
PoetryI'm just a 14-year-old nobody saying it like it is. Well...how it is for a 14-year-old nobody.