I write because
You would not give me the time I needed
To say what I needed.
I write because
You shut me out without me saying a word
And I yearn to be let in.
I write because
You so shallowly declared hate for me
Without really knowing me.
I write because
You have shoved me so far down in this world
I've yet to begin the climb upwards.
I write because
When you weren't there for me I cried hard
And you refused to hear me.
I write because
You've sliced away every tender emotion of mine
And just expected me to adapt.
I write because
You've danced a jig of glee on my low self esteem
And I was reluctant to stop you.
I write because
You started to break down all so suddenly
When death became too much.
I write because
You say I am totally, utterly dead inside
And I need to prove you wrong.
I write because
You fawn over those who've done greater things
And I'm only trying my hardest.
I write because
I'm trying to get you to understand
What you simply can't understand.