RAGE

Disappointments.
I think it.
I’m sorry I’m not perfect.
I mummur it.
I’m sorry I’m not perfect.
I say it.
I’m sorry I’m not perfect.
I scream it.
I’m sorry I’m not perfect.

I tried.
I’m trying to make you proud.
Nothing’s all right.

I don’t think you care anymore.
I keep trying to make you proud.
I don’t want another fight.
I can’t go back.
Nothing you said I forgot.
I would talk to you but you don’t understand.
I’ll never be good enough for you, will I?
Have we lost it all?
We can’t go back.
Can we?

You have the blue eyes I could swim in.
If everyone understood me, I wouldn’t stand out.
Everyone I know goes away in the end.
Will you go away too?

I promise I won’t change.
I don’t want to change.
I’m going to stay the same.

I thought I had friends.
Why don’t they call?
I thought they cared.
Maybe they’re just busy.
When was the last time I had a good time?
No one cares.
If you cared, where would we be now?
On this Saturday night.
I pick up the phone.
Who should I call?
I feel alone in the world.

I know my body is thirteen.
But my mind is about a thousand.
My soul is older and more hurt then most people’s.
That’s who I am.