It was all fun and games in the beginning.
There was hope, there was laughter, there was fun.
People didn't mind opening up, they looked forward to seeing me.
They still cared.
I was moving up, for once, I felt good aobut myself.
What now, though?
It's true what they say, the higher you climb, the further you fall.
I feel like an embarassment, an annoyance.
I'm the kid in gym no one wants to get stuck with on their team,
I'm that itch that you try to ignore rather than scratch, but just won't go away,
I feel like the radio, after the TV showed up,
At first I had illusions of hope.
"He'll call!"
"She'll call!"
All that got me was another hour wasted waiting by the phone.
You see me in in the halls, hope I don't look your way,
I do, but I pretend not to. I'm trying.
It's hard, but I'm trying.
I know you stopped caring, cringe at my touch, hate the sight of me.
I know you hide your children, board up the windows, turn out the lights.
Don't bother. I know when I'm no longer wanted.
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Nope. Has nothing to do with the way I'm feeling. I wrote this thing like a year and a half ago. Everything's cool. Sorry for making you all nervous in the service.
BoondockSaint16 · Sun Feb 18, 2007 @ 01:18pm · 7 Comments |