Line by Line

The Worst Thing (12/31/14)

I'm used to people only acknowledging my presence when they need help.

I'm used to being left behind.

I'm used to being trampled on.

I'm used to everyone not caring.

I'm used to the hurtful words they throw behind my back.

I'm used to not having anyone beside me.

I'm used to being left alone while they go have fun.

I'm used to the strange looks they throw at me.

I'm used to staying quiet because I know they're used to it.

I'm used to not saying what I want to say.

I'm used to staying up late at night, wondering what I could have possibly done wrong or what I should have done to make things different.

I'm used to playing dumb after everyone treat me like I'm a piece of shit.

I'm used to sitting alone in the room, looking at their wonderful lives while I go rot in misery.

I'm used to saying I'm used to it.

And I guess I'm used to thinking that this is the best thing that could ever happen to me.