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It\'s my fault...

Its my fault...

 

It\'s three in the morning and I am awake.

Awakened by you, turning on lights and slamming doors.

Awake but not complaining because I know you are STRESSED.

Awakened by you coming into the room, in which I sleep to turn on the television.

Awake but not complaining because I know you like to watch the shows.

 

Its five in the morning and I am awake.

Awake but not complaining because I am tired of the conversation it brings.

The conversation of \"If you had a job you would UNDERSTAND\"

The conversation of \"If you made money\"

It\'s my fault, so I don\'t complain.

 

How I want to tell you \"please be more quiet so that I won\'t be TIRED\"

How I want to tell you \"please don\'t turn on the television so I may get a bit more sleep.

How I never say anything because I do not wish to hear you complain about me \"staying up late\"

I was asleep by eleven.

How I never say anything because I do not wish to hear you say \"if you did things right...\"

I do my best every day.

 

If only you could see my life the way I do.

If only I could explain my ways.

If only I could explain how your judging makes me feel.

If only you knew.

 

Maybe then you would see that I am STRESSED.

Maybe then you would see that I do UNDERSTAND.

Maybe then you would see that I am TIRED.

 

I however hide...

 

I hide my STRESS because you don\'t UNDERSTAND.

I hide my TIREDNESS because you don\'t need the STRESS.

I hide my VOICE because you dare not to LISTEN.

 

Its my fault...

 

Its my fault that I am STRESSED.

Its my fault that I do not UNDERSTAND.

Its my fault that I am TIRED.

Its my fault...

 

I just want to know...

 

WHY?