A Poem
Left out is what I’m used to
You blame me for being better than you
Nah, that’s what you always had the claim to
Tell me the intro of the news
But fail to tell me what’s really happening with you
A facade is what I feel when we talk
I have to hold back to avoid being the talk
I say the truth that no one listens to
Everyone in denial is what I’ve adjusted to
Everyone whispering amongst themselves
Keeping me in the dark forgotten about high up on a shelf
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No one ever cared
Took my life in my own hands
Betrayed, but still have love as numerous as the sand
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Are you jealous
I can never tell
I hide myself to avoid always having to sell
Who looks best
It’s always show and tell