Im here in this bathroom
As a jazz band starts playing
And I gently weep
Into my arms of dismay
I am saddened at the thought I think
To think of such a think would break me
That you, the most wondrous of them all
Does not love me anymore
Hence the ignoring
This feeling I cannot give up
That I am to much
Much more than you can handle
Not as funny as everyone else.
Not as smart.
Not as pretty.
Not as witty.
I'm not like everyone else.
Is that why on such occasion where I want
Where I want to be happy with you
On this day more than others?
Its been getting worse, hasn't it?
What should I do?
I feel as if I should just give you everything
Everything you want
No matter how I feel
To make you happy
Because I can tell
You are not.
And I cry here in this bathroom stall
Thinking the thoughts that I do not like
Do not like to think.
YOU ARE READING
Everything In Sight
PoesieThese are just little writings of my life and how I feel. Most of it will probably be depressing due to there being a lot going on. Thank you.
