Its Very Simple
I hate when I get looks, as if I have changed in some form or fashion.
I hate when hateful words are said to me, it hurts.
I hate the way I get treated, as if I was not important.
I hate when I try to speak, and I get ignored.
The skies are blue,
The grass is green,
And the rumor is I love you,
But that is far from true.
Dreams. A Necessary Necessity
Nothing but a dream,
Simply a dream,
Not more than a gleam the distance,
As a star is in the far night sky,
When I think of you,
I think of things good and bad,
Some of these things mad me mad,
Some of these things make me very…very sad,
Sometimes I Wonder
Sometimes I wonder,
Do you make me feel this way,