Option Why do I have to be an option? I set you as my priority yet I’m not even in your important list. Sensitive Why can’t you be more sensitive? I always put your feelings first before anything yet you only think about yours. Understand Why do I always have to be the one who understands? You do me wrong. yet I don’t feel any sincerity in your sorry. Apologize Why do you say it when you never mean your sorry? You say sorry yet you do it all over again.
You always take my kindness for granted. But sooner or later, this soft heart will be for someone else and all what’s left for you? Your regrets.
Finally; They finally learned how to love me; I can now feel them care and worry; And see them giving me attention—how merry!
Some gave me thanks, while some kept saying sorry; Why do you aplogize, dear crony? You never did anything faulty Can't you see? I'm finally happy.
For I can now feel their love for me As I lie in this coffin, lifeless, and devoid of any vitality; One by one, they walked in just to see my body Now I feel like a famous celebrity.
The corners of my lips curled up; smiling bitterly Wanting to shout and scream so loudly Why didn't you tell me those words that might have made me happy When I was still living in this world full of negativity?
But I do know the answer, honestly; For regret is stronger than any emotionality Oh, look how much they regret their insensibility As they lost me, yet learned to love me—finally.
after all those years chasing people and hopeless dreams falling in love with boys who weren't meant to be I've convinced myself things aren't always what they seem I see six, you see nine i see black, you see white I've built walls high above the ground And I've let them turn it down and i kept chasing and chasing hoping they'd finally face me embrace me and my flaws but no.. they drew their claws slashing and gashing. with gnashing jaws i shut myself away away from monsters who embody my sanity and I convinced myself maybe i dont need people.
for the people who tell me why i dont care. this is for u :))
Before you call me patient, maybe step in a little closer; continue your inspection. What you'll find is this: my tolerance stems more from letting people trample over me than from any conscious effort to be kind, so take caution. You've become so casual in your continuous disrespect; it's building a fire of aggravation. I didn't love myself and I didn't believe I deserved to, but I'm learning - and I still have a tremendous distance to go - that I am worth much more than my previous prediction. Moving on from you seems so foreign. Your loss would be the weirdest mixture; an excited lamentation. All I hope is that you benefitted from my so-called patience and that the world I showed you was a step up from reality - almost like a temporary life promotion.