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?