Every person I talk to
Every one I meat
No matter where I go…
They all think I’m cute and neat
No one cares to what I see
They only expect & for me to succeed
They think they know me
But they don’t know half
No one knows my favorite color
No one knows my favorite thing to do
No one knows why I write poems
But my dad-do
You say you care, but do you?
I tried to let you in
But you just made me mad
And think of hate
I tried to talk to you
But it always ends at a snotty remark
I tried to tell you my secrets
But you always make your eyes big
And stared as thought I was a drug dealer
You tried to tell me things
But it all started like this
“Back in my day”
Or
“When I was little like you…..”
Or
“My mom always told me….”
I wish you knew the things
That an average kid goes threw
Or the things I don’t like
Or the things I do
You say you want to help
You say I’m your baby girl
But how can that be
When I can’t tell you my feelings
I can’t tell you my secrets
When I see you,
My mind thinks of: Hate and lying
I can’t talk to you
I can’t say what I want
You make me angry
You make me feel pain.
Why do you hate me?
Why do you cause me pain?
Why do you make me feel as thought I stick out?
But when I truly need you
You are always there
When my body hurts
You’re my doctor
I love you
I want us to be friends
But how can we
when I can’t tell you anything