I tried.
I really tried to be your friend
but I can longer pretend
that I don't mind the looks you make
and remarks about my mistakes
But at least you're kind of real
You don't lie about how you feel
At least you admit that you hate me
which I suppose is better than faking
Sometimes your nice and others cold
Always too afraid to speak in bold
Act like your smile has been sold
We're almost made of the same mold
I really tried, okay?
Even if I never know what to say
I respect you I don't expect you
to care about what I said before I left you
I did a bad thing and I feel bad
I'm kind of real, are you glad?
I don't know why I care that you don't like me
Just don't wish me mental illness like it's nothing
YOU ARE READING
Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
