How Can You Not See?
How can you not see,
what's become of me?
I've always had to hide
the tears I cried.
I had no voice,
nothing was my choice.
Look around, what do you see?
a part of me that was never meant to be.
I tried my best,
but never seemed to fit in with the rest.
Now it's too late,
I've been consumed by hate.
And as my life comes to an end,
will you stand by me, as a friend?
Or is it too much for you to bear,
to realize you didn't care.
What is to become of this girl you've known for years,
no one bothered to dry her tears.
Through the months she spent alone
she had no place to call her own.
And as her life comes to an end
she's done asking you to pretend.
She knows how you feel,
and how you never gave her time to heal.
She's done being polite
and ignoring the fight