A circular life is mine-
That which I hold so dear,
As I hold back these tears.
Secrets- I tell no one,
Nor any substance to me,
Wanting no one to really see-
No one to see this life of mine.
Hate me, you must hate me
As I refuse to be all I can be.
I take your words and listen,
Yet do not act, do not believe
And everyday deceive.
Deceive myself, deceive my life-
All for reasons still un-clear,
Reasons I still fear.
I could say I'm sorry all the time,
But would you believe, would you accept?
Is this what you expect?
Hate me, hate me,
I'm never any good-
I'm always a could, always a should.
Hate me, hate me,
For all these secrets that I keep-
For everything I do not weep.
I do not deserve caring,
I do not deserve for you to see,
For
you to see me.
