You
You
You're going to tell me,
just what's wrong with me.
Just the way you,
think that I should be.
But you don't even,
speak to me.
So, how would you know?
It's just an ideal,
in our society.
Try to solve problems,
we can't see.
pretend,
nothing is real.
deny,
all that I feel.
I know I have nothing,
but aspirations.
And you had nothing,
but good intentions.
And when I snapped,
that was just my reaction.
It wasn't your fault.
I still don't know,
my direction.
But you do not feel,
much affection.
forgive,
all of my sins.
in the end,
nobody wins.
you told me you cared about me,
and then you left.
But, being a person like me,
that's what I get.
You say it's time for me to settle,
but I'm not ready yet.
And who are you to tell me?
It's the way you are,
and you're attempt.
Not that's I'm ungrateful,
I'm just full of regret.
Wash,
away my past.
love,
never seems to last.
Friends,
are gone so fast.
reproach,
is given to quick.
tears,
are too wet and to thick.
emotions,
all in a mix.
and the end,
come silent and quick.
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