Pushed to the back
where no one can see me
my feelings are covered
so no one can ask questions
Do you even notice..
the tears the are rolling down my face?
or the fact that i might have problems to?
You tell me all your problems
the things that keep you up at night
but when it comes to being my turn
all you do is continue about you
but my question is : what about me?
Ive listened to your fears
Ive stayed up all night to dry your tears
i held your hand when you were scared
i talked you through your drivers test
and i screamed at this jerks who
broke your heart
now its time i ask you
what about me?
what about my tears or my fears?
my broken heart or my scary tests?
I'm left to be alone through all of it
but be there for everyone else..
when does it get to be my turn
