Sometimes, even I don't love me.
I catch on to all the wrong signals, all the wrong signs.
I can say that's nobody's fault but mine.
Then again, do I really care at all?
Does it really matter to me?
Yes.
I say I'm ok, I say I don't care, but I do care, I care a whole lot.
Sometimes, when I dream, I wish I'd just become a robot.
Bullets bounce right off me, hits don't leave a smudge.
No negative emotions, I'd never hold a grudge.
Although the walls that keep out, also lock in, the feelings I've tried to hide.
They sting like poison, when kept for too long, the feelings I keep inside.
There's no way around it, no way above, that I sit alone with my
One-sided love.
5 comments:
...the walls that keep out, also lock in...
Very insightful, and true!
This is a very interesting/inspiring piece. I love the way you described how you feel.
This is so true and creative! What inspired you to create this piece of writing?
Beautifully put together. Super thoughtful. I love reading things like this. Wonderful job!
Replying to Ms. Evangeline Johnson. I don't really know what inspired me, to be honest I was just thinking about things and brought together this story of someone that loves too much, but doesn't quite get that love back.
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