Unsure

Sitting here,
All alone and confused.
Not sure who to trust,
And sick of feeling used.

I hate being alone with my thoughts,
Because they all consist of you.
Why is this so difficult?
What am I going to do?

You know that I like you,
It's obvious to see.
But the real question is,
How do you feel about me?

The little things you do,
Make me so happy.
You do them because you want to,
No matter if they seem sappy.

You and I are very different,
But we are also the same.
Are we just two pawns,
In life's twisted game?

You know that I like you,
But I can't help but feel upset.
Can't you just tell me what you think,
Or was this all a stupid bet?

I'm sick of this being so hard,
Nothing is ever fair.
I don't know what to think,
And you just pretend to care.

I hear whispers,
In the dead of the night.
Could what they tell me,
Actually be right?

Inside I feel like a mess,
I don't want to deal with more lies.
Cause in the end,
It's always going to be me who cries.