Unappreciative
Of The Things In Front Of Me
The Simple Things
Complex Ones, Unexplainable, Inevitable
The Ones Pushed Aside Because Of My Lack Of Comprehension
The Ones I Didn’t Realized In The Past Cause There Was No Prevention
Prevent Me From Hurting What Only Loves
Only Cares
Only Cries
Tears Of Pain
What’s In Vain
Tears That Occupy Their Eyes Penetrating My Heart
Pain That Becomes A Part Of Me
Suffocating My Only Means Of Forgiveness Of Oneself
Then The Game Changes So Abruptly That My Eyes Are Stunned Even Before Themselves
The Pain Shifts From Giver To Receiver
And The Irritation Of MY Heart Is Unbearable
Oversensitivity
Of Even The Slightest Predicament
The Hatred
Of What Has Turned Out To Be
The Whereabouts Then Switch Up On Me
How Could This Be
What Goes Around Comes Around I See
