I love her, I truly do
But what do I see in her that I don't see in you?
She's got a great personality, she actually participates in class
While you sit and complain that you have no ass
She listens to me and even tries to help
While you just sit there and tell me "oh well"
Sometimes I wonder if you were sent from hell
Because you make me suffer and rot in my own shell
But she doesn't make me feel that way
Even just seeing her face makes my day
I would talk to her but I don't know what to say
I honestly don't think she likes me anyway
I've been through a lot, but even more with you
To the point where I don't have a clue on what to do because I want to leave but my mind is tells me to stay but that's a risk because with you there's always hell to pay and I've had enough of all the pain.
My heart isn't a playground for you to run and swing, I'm not even sure I can hear the bell ring because I'm crying so much I just can't stop thinking, because love is a scary thing, at least that's what I'm seeing
YOU ARE READING
Poetry is like numbers
PoesíaA few small poems about how I've felt about myself and just life in general. I've felt isolated for quite a while and I thought now would be a good time to talk about it
