You think someone understands,
It turns out your wrong.
You were always thinking about them,
Always putting them before yourself.
Most the time it's a mistake.
They don't understand.
Not like you do.
You know they are lucky to have you.
They just over look you.
Your not there,
Not to them.
Your nothing, just someone there
For them to look at.
At least, that's how they make you feel.
You are there for them to use.
Do you know who they are?
They are your friends.
Sometimes they are your family.
You may say something you regret,
Than they don't talk to you.
But when they say it,
You laugh.
Not wanting them to know how much it hurts.
But it does.
They just can't see it.
They don't understand.
Your just someone they use.
 Dragonflyr · Mon Aug 13, 2007 @ 05:14am · 0 Comments |
