Conflicted

I have the words but you wont listen

You wont look up to see eyes glisten

I'm not just an item to fit your bill

I'm not a thing with which your space to fill

You don't know me

And you don't want to see

But here I am, still droppin by

Still hangin on with hopes held high

Tell me how and where to go from here

Say it, shout it, piss me off, but be sincere

I'll breath your words to lift me up

I'll drink it all, that bitter cup

Just say something

Just make me something

I'm tired of guessing.




Poem - Rachel Lake
Image - al-baum (http://al-baum.deviantart.com/art/Dousk-151204618)