Why do you make me fell like this.
You push me away so firmly and yet you are so sweet.
You make me cry,
Tears fill my eyes,
And sorrow is so commonplace.
It's not that I love you in a romantic way,
I just wish you would trust me.
You treat me like I'm four,
And also like I'm some creepy stalker.
I'm sorry for trying to be a good friend and want to be helpful.
I'm sorry I am who I am.
But please don't make it this hard on me.
Please,
At least be considerate!
I can't help the way I feel, and I wish you would respect my feelings.
I can't ask it of you.
And if you found this you'd kill me for not being strong enough to say it to your face.
But I can't stand the way you say one thing to me and something completely different to her.
And weather I get the softer side or not, I hate it either way.

And I have things I need to say to you,
Things I know you would want to hear,
And things that if you don't hear soon...
I don't know how long I can keep doing this.
I'm sick of sitting here and wasting away waiting for you to take ten seconds to listen To me so we can be friends again,
But I'm the one who wants it...
Or at least it sure seems like you couldn't care less at this point.
I know I'm being a stupid bitch, but I hate this.
I hate the weight of constantly carrying around all these thoughts and feelings and emotions when I know that all this stupid shit would go away if I could just talk to you.
But I'm sure just thinking that is getting me further on your bad side...
Whatever,
I don't even know what to think anymore.
Nothing would be best, but I can't control that.
I'll just keep it inside until I explode into an in-tamable mess.
It's my own damn fault I'm like this,
Or it least it must be....