There's something wrong
I don't know if you can see
But there's something wrong with me
It hurts to know that you can't even notice
But I guess I shouldn't have expected much out of you.
There's something wrong with me
And I can't quite define it
It's a pain thats carried inside me
That I can't quite admit.
Maybe it's because I'm scared of what you might think
But why should you care?
You never have anyway.
It just saddens me that you still don't know who I am.
I'm always there for you but you can't see when I need you?
Pity, and I expected much out of you
I guess I expected too much.
I hope I'm not dying on the inside
even though I feel as if I am, maybe you will see me then?
Who knows, I'll probably be long gone by then.
I didn't want to tell you because by now you should have noticed.
I don't look the same as I used to
I don't talk the same way I used to
I don't carry myself around as I usually do
But the sadness in my eyes,
despite the smile that I've carried upon my face,
Should have been a dead give away.
But of course you wouldn't notice
There's something wrong with me
And that something is you.
Ok this too was inspired by something. A little argument I had with the sperm donor. But expect more of these random short stories/poems or w/e they are, I have a list of topics I want to cover.
But there's something wrong with me
It hurts to know that you can't even notice
But I guess I shouldn't have expected much out of you.
There's something wrong with me
And I can't quite define it
It's a pain thats carried inside me
That I can't quite admit.
Maybe it's because I'm scared of what you might think
But why should you care?
You never have anyway.
It just saddens me that you still don't know who I am.
I'm always there for you but you can't see when I need you?
Pity, and I expected much out of you
I guess I expected too much.
I hope I'm not dying on the inside
even though I feel as if I am, maybe you will see me then?
Who knows, I'll probably be long gone by then.
I didn't want to tell you because by now you should have noticed.
I don't look the same as I used to
I don't talk the same way I used to
I don't carry myself around as I usually do
But the sadness in my eyes,
despite the smile that I've carried upon my face,
Should have been a dead give away.
But of course you wouldn't notice
There's something wrong with me
And that something is you.
Ok this too was inspired by something. A little argument I had with the sperm donor. But expect more of these random short stories/poems or w/e they are, I have a list of topics I want to cover.