I care too much,
say sorry politely,
and I want so many things in my life.
I'm starting to wonder if you care about anything,
or if people just lie,
and like to make me feel worthless.
I want to feel beautiful,
I want success,
but I am so tired and I'm a bit brain dead.
I work hard,
I need to work on my fitness,
but in this life I'll never be good enough.
I wish I didn't have any thoughts-
I want to erase you from my mind.
I never thought I'd ever believe,
that in the end everyone leaves,
and I guess I was a little naïve,
to think I'd have you forever.
I work
I say sorry,
people lie
you delight me,
sometimes I'm polite,
I can't say no,
I just want to prove my worth,
but I'm not good enough.
and I don't think you care about anyone or anything.
YOU ARE READING
The Road to Paradise
PoetryThis book has a bunch of poems that have bits and pieces of my life in them. I write whatever comes to mind, and it usually makes sense. But everything has a hidden meaning. Of course, some of it is random, but it all comes together (plus I like to...
