another poem by a friend.

[daveys_evil_eye]

You look at me,
With your judgemental eye’s.
Nothing I do or say is good enough.
I try to change to be what you want.
But you still judge me,
They way you always do.

Despite you wanting me to be something,
And me trying my hardest to be it
You still go and do what you do,
That makes me feel this way.

How can I change to meet your standards
Which you go back on your self.
I have morals.
One, not to change for anyone.
Yet I’m out of ideas.
I just want that feeling of love
Like it was before.
Before we changed.

I now make a stance.
You want me to be “involved”
A person I’m not.
You have to make a bigger attempt to change to.
I’m not the only one that can,
Changing to meet someone’s standards is tougher then you imagine.
If you meet me half way,
I will.

The tears of warm blood drop and stain.
The stains inside and out,
Can not be taken back or changed.
It has happened
You must deal with it,
And meet me half way.

*loving these poems*