You hide me from the world You keep me in a cage But when there's real danger to be found You never seem to see my pain
You think you are attentive, I no longer think that's true. Cause you don't hear the screams of help each day I put in front of you.
You ask, "Do I need to worry?" I think your eyes must be blurry! How don't you see the warning signs Blaring neon in my eyes?
You say that I should tell you if something's not ok.
I tried today. You walked away.
What else is there to say?
How is it you only care enough to ask when I'm ACTUALLY fine? Then when the time comes that something is actually wrong, it's like you can't push it aside fast enough. I think your prefrontal cortex is broken