Typical. Typical.
Nobody wants what they can get.
Despicable. Despicable.
They don't really care, I bet.
Sinister. Sinister.
You know I'm doing all I can.
Amateur. Amateur.
'Here she comes again, Oh man.'
What is it? What is it?
Why don't you want me there?
Just admit. Just admit.
I know you don't really care.
But I try. But I try.
Can't you spare me just one glance?
I can't cry. I can't cry.
Why won't you give me a chance?
I can be. I can be.
I try to make everyone happy.
'Can't you see? Can't you see
You are not at all worthy'
I still smile. I still smile.
Holding it all deep inside.
Stinging bile. Stinging bile.
Again I try to shake it aside.
-Ch. D.
A poem request by @small-town--r
I hope you like it :) The feeling this brought me was quite sad and cruel. We have those phases when we're either of those people. Thank you for the request!