I hate the fact that i feel like i am second class in your life. it been while since I heard the word love. So many hang ups and lack of respect just rips threw my heart. You are so blind by your image and wants you forget to look outside the box. This bed full but no not full of people but lies and problems you run from. I wish you could understand me see me for who I was deep inside... I am broken inside and can't keep bang my head on this brick wall.
This from heart it more of vent poem from the heart