I don’t care what you think of me
Actually
I care so much it’s a tragedy
I ignore what you say to me
Secretly
I hang on every word eagerly
I do what I do for me and not you
In truth
Everything that I do is for you
I am amazing I know, I am cool
No proof
I know what I am, I’m afraid it’s a fool
I got this on lock, no worries here friend
Instead
I’m worried I’ll die alone in the end
I’m a genius no doubt, every word that I said
In my head
In reality I live in a world that’s pretend
One look in the mirror I stare at a hero
For real though
The person I see is an absolute zero
I have no questions, the answers I know
Can’t grow
My mother dropped a seed and planted a hole
LukeCoomer ©
- Author: LukeCoomer ( Offline)
- Published: October 27th, 2018 19:34
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Comments1
A fine write Luke. We can see through some people. They say 'Oh, it's no problem; it doesn't bother me', but they have a blustering attitude and go off in a huff.
Thank you
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