Melodrama!

I'm sorry.

I saw you the other day. I knew you weren't there but I swear that you were. You were looking through me, not at me, and I couldn't feel the warmth of your gaze. Did I disappoint you with all of my ways? I know I weren't nothing much back in the day but I swore I'd be better. I guess I'm not there yet. I could see you staring through me. I was like glass. You knew the insecurity.  It wasn't new to you. It was something. Maybe nothing. Maybe I should've grew to you. Am I young enough to change? Do you think it's late and I'm already set in my ways? Do you see the act I'm putting? Will you watch all of my plays? I wish you would stay or have something to say...you just keep looking through me. If I'm not what you hoped.