I love it when you need someone I'm always there to listen. But when its my turn, nobody dares to listen. Its like I was never around in the first place. My thoughts bottled in my head like a baby eating it's first cake. Where do I go from here? My hands waving in the air but it seems as if Im wrapped with this invisible tape. That **** doesn't exist. The twist in my brain snaps then boom I go insane. Writing makes me sane. But then again I love it when people call my name. Who can I call when I can't stand tall? Self Concerned is what you are. Now I really see why you are where you are. Don't give a **** about anyone but ya self. All you had to do was listen like I listen to you. I kno we all human but look at what you do.You took away all the hope I had left in you. And still, I'm left with no one to listen.