You don't like me as a person.
I'm just this terrible, rude, selfish thing.
I'm just bad.
Wrong.
Ugly on the inside.
You don't care how I feel.
You don't want to see beyond this place.
The real me.
Tell me..
If you were to find out that I died the very next day.
Would you regret the things you said,
How you treated me all that time?
Or would you truly just shake your head?
YOU ARE READING
Behind My Eyes
PoetryA posting of every poem that I've ever written ...in continuation, as I write new things and express myself. Experience everything that lies behind my eyes. I am not very active on this site and only have used it to draw out my talents and express...
