The youngest child
Is normally spoiled
Coddled and sheltered
Until it's been taken too far

Not me
I've been walked on
Looked through
I've been abused
And no one did one **** thing

I could never do
What I want
Not even one innocent thing

I could never
Do what my brother does
Because I'm a girl
And he isn't me
He is free

I walked my life
All alone
My mother loved
Her precious phone
Above me

Playing on Facebook
Ignoring me
For hours
If I spoke to her
She wouldn't acknowledge me

My father
He's unfair
Even if he tries to be fair
I'm always left out
Abandoned

I'm the child, unwanted

I wish

For once

They could see me

Or maybe

For once

They would believe me

But I'm just here
Breathing borrowed air
Wasting away
In the frozen atmosphere

****...
Where has the time gone?
*Away from me

You asked me why I'm sad,
and I responded,
because I'm mad.

I'm doing good
But you ruined my mood
You ask me why,
How can you be so sly?
You make me smile
But I need to lie

At the most recent party I went to
I was only warm.
The complete opposite of what I wanted to feel.
And you said warm is ideal. Right?
And I said no. **** the middle.
I. Want. To. Burn.
From the kind of dancing that makes your back sweat
Hips swing
From the Afro Latin beats
Whine to the Caribbean dance hall music
Naturally stepping without getting stepped on.
Screaming in unison to the lyrics of a dumb top 40's song.
Breaking my back to some nasty reggaeton
Throwin it back to the 90's classic. OW!
Gettin intimate body to body in a tasteful salsa.
Baby baby baby you make me wana holla.
I want to sweat!
But no one's dancing.
There's too much beer pong.
And I'm warm,
Only from alcohol.
I'm leaving this party.

My emotions roll in waves
Ups and downs are an understatement
On the surface
Events are the same
Flowing in one direction
Yet beneath those steady waves
Are currents flowing in any direction as they choose
I can only sit back and observe
These happenings in nature
Powerless
I am not in control of myself

The tears, they want out
Yet none fall, a thought held in
A way out is found

Now you're doing the things that we once did with someone else and I'm not okay with it. I told myself I'd never allow regret to seep into my mind and I still haven't but I'm feeling sad because of everything we built time and time again that I had to throw into the trash because of the things that you said and did. I hope it was worth it for you, obviously you've moved on without tears or pain while I am the one floating in the sea of disdain. You'll always be the friend I tried so hard not to give up on.